I love the word impetuous. I associate it with the very young and the very carefree. I don’t associate it at all with me. It’s a question that keeps bugging me these days. When was the last time I did something impetuously… on an impulse (and I don’t mean picking up that expensive skirt at Mango). Frankly, I cannot remember.
I try and analyse this. At the end of the day it is about a certain quality of fearlessness. It is about not giving a damn about what people – your mother, your neighbour, your husband, your boss - will think about you. About not caring if you will end up looking foolish. It is about doing some things purely for yourself - like staying back in office for that half hour of pictionary or shutting the world out for a book. About not drawing the boundaries between what is the right thing to do and the fun thing to do. It is about an ability to be irresponsible – about admitting that the world is not going to come crashing down if you go awol for one day or sleep in and miss that all important meeting. It is about not having guilt come in the way of pure pleasure. It is about giving in to your heart, without your head coming in the way.
I am not impetuous.