HEADFIRST Youngie. That's my new nickname. Fellow reporter and one of my best buds, David Sparkes, made it up.

See, I have a tendency to make rash decisions. To dive right on in.

"Look, there's a pool! I'm going to jump in… headfirst. How deep is it? Who cares! In we go!"

Sometimes it works. Other times that pool's too darn shallow.

A recent phone convo with my best mate, Nat, finished like this:

"Beth, no rash decisions, please!"

I told her, of course, I would sit on all these life decisions for a wee bit in a calm, collected fashion.

But, no. I hung up and immediately sprang into action.

See, it's been a whirlwind few months. I fell in love. Hard and fast. Jeez, Louise - it was insane. I can honestly say I'd never felt that way before.

Lame alert: it was that all-consuming, I'll do anything for you, where do I sign to make our commitment official type of love.

I was completely swept away. So I made about five million rash decisions.

The L-word was dropped. The plan was to move in together. And skip happily off into the future.

Alas, it wasn't meant to be. Which hurts. A ton. But, you know what? I'd do it all again for that brief, but amazing romance.

There's definitely something to be said for diving in headfirst.

Sometimes you smack your noggin on the bottom super hard.

But, hey - it can be worth it. Egg on your head and all.