Watching your child running their socks off across the football pitch.
Seeing your wife leave the house to visit friends, and reconnecting with the familiar and even nostalgic love.
Closing your laptop, late in the evening, after a grinding day.
A gnawing, unsettling feeling. Hard to name, but familiar all the same.
I’ve had it when I’m least expecting it.
Taking my 4 year old fishing for the first time and seeing his excitement as he lands his first catch.
Watching a sunset at the beach, last week with the hubbub of late summer barbecuers all around.
It’s a pull in the gut. A clench. An involuntary inhalation.
That pull that wants more. That won’t settle.
It has a different quality from when I was in my 30s. That was about not missing out or getting left behind.
Receiving my dues. Climbing as far as I could in a role for the joy of it.
The thrill of succeeding and being recognised.
These days, I’d call it more a soul calling. A deep longing to align with what life really wants of me.
Not trappings, baubles, stuff. I picture my kids having to clear away all the detritus of my life when I’m no longer here and it sickens me.
No, no that.
I want to be feeling full of all of life, the joy, the highs, the crappy bits, the dull moments and not miss a heartbeat. Inviting it all as a precious gift.
I want to feel like there is always more on offer - tomorrow, the next day, right until the end.
In this longing for aliveness, ideas germinate.
This Home Straight Rebellion.
The book that will accompany it.
Working more on and with the land.
Being the fittest and strongest I can.
Not holding back in my coaching, my conversations, my presence, my love for and in my life.
Higher quality experiences at every turn, as a way of being.
Because not to, is too painful to contemplate. Turning the wick down, making slowly for the exit.
No, not now or ever.
If you recognise that feeling in the gut, even if you can’t name it, let’s talk.
Maybe it’s the seeds of your own home straight rebellion.
Photo by Addisen King on Unsplash
Seeing your wife leave the house to visit friends, and reconnecting with the familiar and even nostalgic love.
Closing your laptop, late in the evening, after a grinding day.
A gnawing, unsettling feeling. Hard to name, but familiar all the same.
I’ve had it when I’m least expecting it.
Taking my 4 year old fishing for the first time and seeing his excitement as he lands his first catch.
Watching a sunset at the beach, last week with the hubbub of late summer barbecuers all around.
It’s a pull in the gut. A clench. An involuntary inhalation.
That pull that wants more. That won’t settle.
It has a different quality from when I was in my 30s. That was about not missing out or getting left behind.
Receiving my dues. Climbing as far as I could in a role for the joy of it.
The thrill of succeeding and being recognised.
These days, I’d call it more a soul calling. A deep longing to align with what life really wants of me.
Not trappings, baubles, stuff. I picture my kids having to clear away all the detritus of my life when I’m no longer here and it sickens me.
No, no that.
I want to be feeling full of all of life, the joy, the highs, the crappy bits, the dull moments and not miss a heartbeat. Inviting it all as a precious gift.
I want to feel like there is always more on offer - tomorrow, the next day, right until the end.
In this longing for aliveness, ideas germinate.
This Home Straight Rebellion.
The book that will accompany it.
Working more on and with the land.
Being the fittest and strongest I can.
Not holding back in my coaching, my conversations, my presence, my love for and in my life.
Higher quality experiences at every turn, as a way of being.
Because not to, is too painful to contemplate. Turning the wick down, making slowly for the exit.
No, not now or ever.
If you recognise that feeling in the gut, even if you can’t name it, let’s talk.
Maybe it’s the seeds of your own home straight rebellion.
Photo by Addisen King on Unsplash