Welcome to the KaDo blog…
Those of you that have ventured this far have stumbled upon the beginnings of a new book.
Whilst the writing doesn’t directly relate to what’s happening at KaDo right now – it does offer an insight into how KaDo came into existence in the first place… In order to know where you are, you’ve gotta know where you’ve been.
Read away -and please, your feedback is welcome…
“Man Tracht un Got Lacht”
(Man plans and God laughs)
- Yiddish proverb
How was I to know that everything was about to change.
Those things in life that I’d come to view as my certainties all seemed to fall away in such rapid succession. Now, I found myself standing at an abyss of the unknown… What was I to do?…..
Now don’t misunderstand me. I didn’t jump straight away… I hesitated. I think that’s simply what we’re conditioned to do. To pause, to observe, to question, to reflect, to calculate the risks… There’s a definite logic in that approach, but it runs the danger of not taking any action at all – and lets face it; if you don’t move, you just don’t get anywhere!
My marriage was gone.
It seems so straightforward to say that now. But then, it was an unimaginable reality. We had a life together. We had plans. We had a future. Now, it was all over! The assets divided. Debts divvied up. Relevant documents signed. To all intensive purposes, I was free. I was single and on my own.
My bank account was healthy. I’d sold the business I’d created a couple of years before for a tidy profit and I’d put my hand up for a redundancy package with my other job. I was cashed up. Now this wasn’t something I was use to. Whist I’ve always been entrepreneurial in my approach to work, more often than not, what money I did bring in with this hand, I had to pay out with that. There’d always been a cash flow, but rarely had it dammed up so abundantly.
My two sons were no longer children. They were young men. Their education was complete and they were both working. For the first time in more than two decades, I found myself not needing to factor into my finances – the kids. My youngest son was blissfully in love and the elder immersed in his career. They had both moved away from home and were revelling in their newly acquired independence.
Staring into the mirror, I looked past my reflection, beyond the gaze of my eyes and I listened to my inner voice.
It took me four weeks to wind up my affairs. The kids were sorted, but, I transferred a couple of month’s worth of rental their way nevertheless… I’d already “down sized” when my partner and I had moved into the substantially smaller funky, inner city pad. Packing away was relatively easy. What belongings I didn’t get rid of I stored in my friend’s garage shed and my brother took my car and motorbike. I uploaded relevant career and education documents onto the web, bought the new smart phone and a one way ticket to the most geographically isolated city in the world: Perth, Western Australia. From here, I’d head to Singapore or Bangkok and pick up an air ticket to who knows where. I packed a small, sturdy suitcase with a few clothes that would cover me for all occasions and – with the exception of an Arctic Winter – pretty much all weather conditions.
I said my good byes and…