Living Life With Too Much Caution Tape

I’ve been thinking about caution and doodah’s dance moves and what makes me cautious.

Basically, I think I’m too cautious.

• Maybe it’s that first born thing.
• Maybe it’s because I am sooo clumsy and if I wasn’t cautious I’d be dead or seriously maimed in other places than my behind.
• Maybe it’s my nature.

But I’ve been thinking. What would happen if I removed those caution tapes that border me into a lovely, but confined and safe area?

 

• I probably won’t run into the street into oncoming traffic. But I might ride a bike between Santa Cruz and San Francisco sharing that little lane with meniacal cars.
• I probably won’t let each and every man I see lead me into sin. But I might take a dance class and let him lead. Or at least try to let him lead.  🙂
• I probably won’t eat and eat and eat and eat. But I might be uncomfortable (at times)until I learn to freely accept my body’s yearnings as ok.
• I probably will never be able to make my living as an artist. But I can beautify my life by living as an artist.

I will give this idea of “living life with too much caution tape” some more thought. I’ll let you know when I come up with my list.

Where does your caution tape needlessly keep you confined?

Where would you like to throw caution to the wind?