One day you’re travelling to work, crammed into an underground commuter train like a smelly sock in a packed dirty linen basket. You arrive at work, grabbing a $4 coffee. You wait in the queue of subdued suits for the elevator. You swipe your pass to select your floor and find yourself in autopilot as you step off at Level 4 and swipe through the next door. You walk through the open plan office. A quiet hum. Switch computer on. Fill water bottle. Greet colleagues. Sit at desk. Check email. Delete email. Delete ‘your mailbox is nearly full’ email, for the fiftieth time in the last month. Go to meetings. Answer phone. Screen calls. Lunch. Phew. Oh but no time to leave the building.
And so it goes on…until hometime. Head down, scurry out of office avoiding ‘a quick question’ on your way out. Into elevator. Into fresh air – notice the weather for the first time in eight hours. Daylight.
The next day. Hop in car to work. Work is on Sydney harbour. On a beach. On the water. Breathe in the fresh air..and relax. Learning the ropes involves launching kayaks into the harbour waters… and going for a dawn paddle before work.
Corporate ship officially jumped. I’m pretty excited about this change.
When I first left home to head to university (years ago) my mother gave me a card with a Mark Twain quote on it. I’m not sure she meant for it to ring through my mind so much, in so many decisions, but here it is and I love it… and isn’t the nautical theme apt?
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Dawn on Middle Harbour