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adverb: to competently express interest, surprise, disbelief, or contempt

Take flight

I lay on the rocky headland cliff top, looking out towards the dark Eastern sky.

The feeling of being totally surrounded by a void was a little disorientating, with only the sharply contrasting white foam from the breaking waves far below providing any relief from the overwhelming darkness.

The inky blackness perceptibly lightened into a pre-dawn gloom along the horizon.

With surprising speed, black gave way to a multitude of greys, each shade illuminating more of the breathtaking coastal landscape that surrounded us.

Now!” gleefully shouted the girl stretched out alongside me on the cliff edge.

In unison we slithered forward until our heads, shoulders, and chests were suspended over the precipice. We arched our backs and spread our arms wide.

The first glowing sliver of the morning sun dramatically appeared over the ocean horizon. A monochrome toned world suddenly gives way to a spectacular kaleidoscope of colour!

The warmth accompanying the sun’s arrival brought with it a mighty sea breeze. Streaking across the wave tops towards land, it crashed into the immovable cliff face from which we were precariously suspended.

Momentarily obstructed, the breeze sought an alternative route to continue its early morning adventures.

An angry torrent surged upwards: tussling our hair, billowing our clothes, buffeting our bodies, and bringing the fresh scent of dawn.

Nature’s raw untamed power, the spectacular vista, the fear of falling, and the sheer unexpected thrill of feeling weightless combined to make me feel truly alive. I laughed from the sheer joy of it!

The feeling was exhilarating, the closest you can get to flying with your feet still on the ground.

As quickly as it had arrived, the moment past. As the sun climbed into the sky it warmed the air, the powerful wind giving way to a gentle breeze.

With heart still pounding as the adrenalin rush slowly subsided, I shuffled back from the cliff edge.

For the remainder of that day I experienced an unusual dissociated feeling, a sense of detachment. I felt like I was peering over my own shoulder, independently observing the activities and interactions I experienced as I went through the motions of everyday life.

I felt adrift.

Kite. Image credit: Conquero.

Adrift. Image credit: Conquero.

Adrift

Adrift is one of those tricky words with multiple means that must make learning English extremely challenging.

It can mean to be floating without being anchored or steered: fallen leaves randomly scattered by a late autumn breeze.

Sometimes it means to be drifting aimlessly without direction: an indecisive student with no idea what they want to do when they grow up.

The last possibility is it may refer to missing a target or falling behind the winner: the Financial Independence seeker discovering that real life is less predictable than spreadsheets assume.

Over the years I have experienced that disconnected feeling many times:

  • The hour immediately prior to giving a keynote speech, receiving a job interview, or sitting an exam.
  • Commuting home on the final day of a long-term client engagement.
  • The birth of my children.
  • Close friends or family members dying.

I always figured this reaction was a subconscious coping mechanism that kicks in when I have experienced something impactful and potentially overwhelming.

Before anyone asks: the hardest part of any speech/interview/exam situation is staring down the irrational fear of the unknown… our imagination is a far scarier place that reality will ever be!

The magic of christmas

As I write this another year is drawing to a close. Christmas was a magical experience, as viewed through the eyes of an enchanted six-year-old.

Santa delivered.

The annual BBC animation of a Julia Donaldson book didn’t disappoint.

There were smiles aplenty.

Peeking behind the curtain

My elder son struggled with Christmas this year, experiencing that adrift feeling for the first time. He is old enough and perceptive enough to have seen through the myths. The contrast was jarring.

He remembers quivering with excitement at the prospect of Santa visiting, but long ago saw through the legend. He still plays along for the benefit of his younger sibling, but the lustre is gone.

He fondly recalls tearing open parcels full of surprising treasures from under the Christmas tree. Being showered with toys, books, and chocolate biscuits from friends and family both near and far.

This year he realised his parents must have sourced the gifts, because his extended family don’t really care. It has ever been thus, but was disheartening for him to realise it for the first time.

In the past he had always had a list of toys a mile long that he wanted.

This year he is too old for toys, and didn’t particularly want anything at all. When prodded he nominating Fortnite in-game purchases and Amazon vouchers… all somewhat underwhelming to wrap up under the tree.

A life well lived?

Christopher Robin. Image credit: IMDB.

Christopher Robin. Image credit: IMDB.

This evening I camped out on the couch with my kids and we watched a movie about a grown-up Christopher Robin. It was a touching tale of a man who had his priorities out of kilter. Life was passing him by while he worked too hard and focused on all the wrong things. Eventually he got his shit together and started paying attention to what was really important.

My younger son loved the idea of the talking stuffed toys.

My elder son related to Christopher Robin’s daughter, often on the receiving end of poor prioritisation decisions. He also recognised Christopher Robin’s briefcase full of “very important papers” for what it was, a metaphor for his own school bag containing a couple of hours worth of homework every night… and the opportunity cost those hours incur.

I enjoyed the movie, but found myself wondering what had happened to my own younger Christopher Robin.

The idealistic dreamer who used to earnestly promise himself that he would never sell out or compromise.

The young adult who pretended he could fly on a clifftop at dawn.

It is easy to hide behind the financial imperative when justifying not “being present” or making “quality time”. If we’re brutally honest with ourselves we would recognise that for what it is: bullshit.

If things are really important to us, we make the time. And we do… sometimes!

Another year passes

The blogosphere is currently full of recycled filler posts.

Soon these will be replaced by a chorus of “whump whump” sounds as bloggers dust off their 2018 goals, and dig out their red crayons. There is a fleeting disappointment at realising little of note was accomplished. This gets quickly rationalised away in a flurry of “life happenedaccountability shirking.

Almost immediately afterwards many of those same folks will get swept up in a flurry of New Year’s Resolutions and planning out goals to make 2019 yet another “best year ever”.

And so the cycle goes.

I look back through my own list of hopes, dreams and achievements.

  • My biggest win was breaking the habit of 36 years, by stopping biting my fingernails.
  • A not too distant second is having been dry for 60 consecutive days and counting. That is the longest I’ve been sober since high school, and it has proven to be surprisingly difficult.
  • The rest is mostly noise. My “I will” list remains largely unchanged from when I originally posted it, another year I have spent adrift.

Interestingly this notion doesn’t trouble me as much as it did when I was young. Whether that is pragmatism, self-awareness, acceptance or simply admitting defeat I can’t really discern.

As I get older I am better at choosing my battles, and recognising that suiting up is only warranted for the ones truly worth winning. Arguing with an arbitrary to-do list simply isn’t one of them!

For the most part I am content with my life, there isn’t much I would seek to change.

And yet I too feel adrift.

The year ahead

What does the year ahead hold? If I’m brutally honest, probably more of the same.

Three things I will be focussing on:

Take flight

At some point I should also find a paying client with a tricky problem to solve. Though with Brexit uncertainty having emptied the forward work pipeline, I may need to consider a pivot if I can no longer viably perform my well-practised routine.

Fortunately there isn’t too much pressure or urgency on this last point, as over the last few months the majority of my staff have elected to join the exodus from London.

They have sought out the gold rush in centres like Dubai, Singapore, New York and Switzerland.

Good pay (mostly).

Lower taxes (mostly).

Better weather (mostly)

The promise of an exciting new adventure.

To feel like you can take flight again! To stop drifting… for a little while.


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  1. [HCF] 27 December 2018

    Adrift, very interesting word, another great thought food.

    It is interesting that you mentioned the disconnection what you felt when your children born. I can relate to that pretty much. When our older daughter born I was also overwhelmed (who doesn’t?). Shortly after they got home from the hospital and spent the majority of the day with resting I fell into a special state of mind. Somehow I stopped functioning properly, did what they asked me to do, but otherwise, I was empty. A spectator in my own life. It was strange. Then I think I fell into regression. I spent the in-between times with watching old back’n’white series which meant the island of peace and brought back my childhood memories. I think I wanted to get back to a safe zone to figure out what’s next. It took two or three days but finally, I rose like the Phoenix. Still, it was a very interesting experience.

    I am not in the camp of to-do-listers and year-end-goal-setters. I have failed enough new years resolutions to know that if it would not be something you would stick to at any moment, new years resolutions will not do the trick. Same time I cannot resist felling in the self-reflection and direction seeking mood as the year comes to an end. Luckily, a new blogger friend provided a framework to start with 😉

    Coincidentally I also wanted to watch Christopher Robert with my five-year-old daughter but apparently she is not ready for movies yet, thus I will need to carve out time to watch it alone (note: I was a huge Winnie The Pooh fan as a kid but my wife don’t share this passion with me :)).

    • {in·deed·a·bly} 27 December 2018

      Thanks HCF.

      That first time father feeling will certainly do it!

      It hit me when I was handed the minutes old baby, shoved out the door of the operating theatre, and told my lady wife would return to the hospital ward in a few hours. I found myself standing in a corridor full of very busy people rushing around, holding a brand new person who was (for the time being) entirely dependent on me for survival, and I had absolutely no idea what to do next! Fortunately we all survived, but talk about overwhelming!!

      Good luck with your plotting and scheming, I look forward to hearing about how it works out. There is a big difference between a quickly forgotten New Year’s resolution and a well thought out strategy implemented via a well formulated plan.

  2. Nick @ TotalBalance.blog 27 December 2018

    Ah. Adrift. That has to be THE word of 2018 for me…
    Thanks for bringing it up! 😉

    As the years go by I’m afraid that this word is simply a synonym of adulthood.

    We look at the people around us and think “man, this guy really has his shit together – how come I always feel so adrift?!”. In reality, I think everybody feels like that every now and then. You might feel adrift, but you can rest assured that your raft is safely anchored close to shore – giving you a perfect view of the ocean and of the forest at the same time (because you have a well thought out plan) 😉

    Oh, and also – I think kids indeed spark this adrift-ness feeling, because you are basically living on another persons mercy for like 18+ years. My kid is 4, and I feel my life energy draining out of me, as hers slowly fills up…

    It’s an extremely odd feeling. Up until recently when kid-less people asked me if having kids was worth it, my answer would be: DON’T DO IT! RUN! BE FREE!
    But lately, I feel like I would be even more adrift, if I didn’t have my daughter to “keep me going”…It certainly gives you a different perspective on life, and also a sense of a higher purpose.
    Sometimes I really wish that I was religious. To blindly trust in the basic sentiment that there IS a greater meaning, and that everything will be OK in the end…

    • {in·deed·a·bly} 27 December 2018

      Thanks for lending your perspective Nick.

      My adrift is less the feeling of falling behind. I think you grow out of that around the age of 30, at the point where you realise you’re neither in a race; nor destined to be that professional sportsperson, to make partner, to be a C-suite resident of a large firm, or likely to win the lottery. Then you realise (apart from the lottery win) you probably didn’t really want those status trophies anyway!

      In my case it is more the rudderless drifting. I must hasten to add this isn’t a bad thing for the most part, certainly a lot less stressful than the alternative! I consciously try to enjoy the day-by-day, but am aware that doing so incurs the opportunity cost of not taking as many little steps towards my ultimate goals. The destination remains the same, the journey (while more enjoyable) will just take a little longer is all.

  3. weenie 3 January 2019

    “rudderless drifting”

    I have a feeling that I may doing quite a bit of this in 2019 as I will be experiencing some changes in my life!

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