Let me start by telling you a little about ‘a day in my life’.
It’s about 6:30am. I regain consciousness. I quietly check in on my daughter. She’s sleeping soundly, sprawled across her entire bed. I give our dog a little snuggle. I feel the love. So does she. She stays in bed.
I walk downstairs and look outside. I can see the re-wilding we’ve done. I check on the bees seeking out pollen. I listen to the birds, amidst the construction noise next door. I feel just a smidgen of the joy a few of the ecstatic dogs running around the park feel.
I have a drink of water. I slowly brew a coffee. I listen to a podcast. I read. I meditate.
I snuggle my daughter awake. We spend time together. We get ready. We make food together. We eat.
We then get on the bike. We ride off to a playground nearby. We play the floor is lava on this incredible, winding setup of rocks and logs. We watch the birds. Today we spent time with a baby Rainbow Lorikeet. We thought they might be in trouble, but after plenty of time being with that little being, Mum and Dad came in to deliver some nourishment.
We head to a cafe. We chat. We laugh. We observe and comment. We’re learning about the world around us through our dialogue, through the questions we ask and through the stories we tell.
We head home. We do some drawing out the front of the house.
We take our dog to the park. We run around. We do some more riding. My daughter shows me she can now stand up off the seat. She’s stoked. I’m proud.
We then build. A tower. It gets knocked down. Another one. This time with a different design.
At this point I must have mentioned how much I love her about 107 times. Nothing could be truer.
Eventually her Mum comes to pick her up. We say our goodbyes. This is always a little sad (not between myself and her mum, but the idea of her going away for half of the week. This house doesn’t quite feel like home without her), but it’s something I’ve learned to live in relation to.
Our little one has a lot of deep love, quality attention, and so much more that I am thankful for.
I now have to reorient. I transition out of full time Dad mode. I have to run some errands. I even try to do a little work. Today I’m preparing some documents for a new venture. I’m supporting this new team in seeding our cultural conditions. I then deliver two presentations. I begin refining some ‘output’ from another ecology of practice I’m part of.
None of this makes me any money by the way (at least not yet). That’s another bloody story.
I do a little workout. I’m pretty limited nowadays, especially given the fact I need a full shoulder replacement! No more bench press PRs. In fact, no pushing at all… I digress.
I come home and cook.
I slowly pull together my buddha bowl.
I then connect with some new folks over in Europe. Kindred spirits.
The day slowly winds down…