I literally can’t think of anything. This either means that I’m really old and REALLY boring and compulsively habitual and predictable OR I’m just discounting my goofy, silly side. Maybe I’m aiming too high? And thinking “spontaneous” only applies to super big ticket, risky ventures? Like, robbing a bank or something shockingly irresponsible. Because I’m pretty fidgety and often find myself suggesting “why not?” or “you wanna try?” I have a rebellious tendency and I’m creative, always thinking of things and trying something new - that’s just what I call Tuesday. But if I had to choose only one most spontaneous thing, I’d go with up and quitting work after over a decade. Boom! Done. No plan. Only the knowing that I’m physically, mentally and spiritually not doing THAT one moment longer.