28 January 2018
I’m sitting on a plane and writing on a napkin, as my laptop is stuck in the lockers, and wondering how on earth I got here this morning. When this started, and how, I’m not exactly sure, but one day I must have thought that planning a few trips and linking them together to avoid a lot of back and forth from Innsbruck was a good idea. Of course, I did see that it would mean 3+ months away from home, but at the time something in my brain must have switched off for a moment, and it didn’t quite register.
So off I went on planning flights and transfers and workshops and meetings and projects, without a care in the world about what that actually meant.
It was only coming back from Rome, just two short weeks ago, that I started to feel a twinge of red alert, as I realized that A) I was nowhere near ready to go, and B) 3 months is a bloody long time!
Fast forward 2 weeks of hectic work to make sure all the commitments were sorted and all clients taken care of, and tackling the daunting task of taking all my work on the road for such a long time. Not easy!! Is it even possible?
What if anything happens, if a client here needs anything, if a book gets lost in delivery, if I drop the ball here somewhere? And which files do I need to take with me for the projects I’m working on? Enter a super fast 4TB hard drive where I managed to store almost everything I could think of and some that I didn’t, kitchen sink included (oh I will miss my huge kitchen sink…)
Have laptop will travel… right?
Have laptop, and mouse, have backups, and wacom,
have software installed, and licences active,
have dropbox onboard and libraries sorted,
have notes and keynotes and catalogs exported,
and quotes and accounts…
and did I leave something out???!!
7 hours sleep in 2 nights, a few bars of 90% chocolate, and I’m on the plane. With 45 kgs of luggage and a keyboard stand (don’t ask).
I talk so much about having a vision of the life you want, and then reverse engineer it to make it happen. I have no certainties as I land in Bristol today, but I’m making this happen because this is what I want more of.
To be close to both my daughters and the important people in my life, and travelling for my work and my personal projects. Doing what makes me feel ALIVE.
Writing a blog on a napkin at 10,000 ft and wondering if my plants will survive. Feeling like an explorer of my own life. I know I will not come back the same.
I have Daley the Dalek with me and I’ll journal our adventures both in pictures and in writing. So follow us as we explore the world and figure out how to take a business on the road. There will be a lot of flexibility needed, and a fair amount of problem solving, I’m sure.
All the things we take for granted (a good pillow? a good wifi connection? food I can actually eat?) may be tricky, and require extra time, and I know I will learn to let go a lot.
Let go, let flow, let it unfold before me. Daley and I are ready. Are you on board with us?
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