I’ve always liked this expression, especially the image it offers.
There’s a great photograph of Lady Diana in a sky blue swimsuit sitting on the wing of a plane, her shapely legs dangling off. They even used it in the film, The Queen, when Helen Mirren portrayed her.
When I apply it to me, I’m usually on a ledge with a great view.
There’s also the, sitting on the edge of a boat, my feet touching the water shot.
When you Google the meaning of Living On The Edge, this is what it says:
A person who is ‘living on the edge’ is usually referring to a person who is drawn to or is constantly in a dangerous situation. A person who skydives, wind surfs, in a violent gang or has a career with a lot of danger. But it can also refer to a person who is living with bad decisions….doesn’t pay bills, is a drug addict and so on. These people are closer than usual of falling off the edge of a cliff because they live on it. 🙂
Now I’d tweak that in relation to me, and I have no idea why we suddenly don’t have paragraphs…fucking WordPress has bats in its belfry again.
I pay my bills, neurotically I might add, and far from an addict unless you include my Oreo addiction because then, yes…I definitely belong in cookie rehab.
I was once in a violent gang if you count my family, my mother being its head hood.
Modeling could be viewed as a dangerous career when you consider how many times I’ve poked myself in the eye with my mascara.
Sports? That would be running and standing on my head. I do occasionally trip and fall, rising off the dirt like a boxer knocked down by rocks and soil. And once I figured out one shouldn’t talk on the phone upside down, the danger of brain damage lessened considerably.
Bad decisions, well, I’d like to meet someone who’s never made one. They should be lecturing at their local university.
JFK Jr. always comes to mind flying his plane on that fateful night, its sad anniversary coming up in July.
Robin Williams choosing to check-out.
That fuchsia evening gown I bought when I was 11 sheets to the wind, and anything pertaining to giving Carmela, my beloved basset hound friend, away.
The flip side of living on the edge are those individuals so solvent and steady, solid and secure…creditworthy, profit-making with unleveraged finances….sigh.
But that doesn’t mean they’re exempt from the vagaries of life. Look at Lady Diana who on paper had everything, even a crown, but life took her out anyway despite those unleveraged finances (just love that term).
As I kick my feet in the water gazing at the view, I can perceive living on the edge as just staying in my day, knowing my needs are met, I’m safe where I sit and I’ll be as surprised as anybody at what comes next.