I’ve arrived!

I am finally in my new home.
It has been almost a year—a grand adventure. As I return to a more settled life, I find myself filled with reflection, excitement, and a touch of nostalgia for the past twelve months.

Earlier this week, I was sitting in my office when my son came in for a chat. He said I looked whole again. Then he qualified it by saying I had looked empty before. He speculated that it had something to do with the way I had been living and working.

I admit, I still feel I have a way to go before I look truly healthy again—after living nomadically, with disrupted diet and martial arts training. But I suspect what he saw wasn’t just skin deep.

When I reflect on the journey I've taken—back to my mission and purpose—I’d agree: I do feel whole again.

I now live a life where, every day, I take a moment to reflect on what that day looks like. I see it opening up in front of me: the tone of the day, and what I should prioritise. It’s often not what I would have chosen from my to-do list. But the to-do list always gets done.

I’ve also found there’s no need for debate. I just see it and do.
Sometimes it's a slow day, or a poorly one. The list isn’t always long.
But there are always actions—and they’re always aligned with what I can actually achieve.

This is what I live. It’s also what I teach.
I call it a guided life.

But guided by whom?
Well, I consider it to be me—but the part of me with more perspective, less bogged down by emotion and old patterns. It seems to be what people call wisdom, or insight, or sometimes just common sense.

All I knew was that everything I read and observed about the human experience suggested we each have this aspect within us. So I decided to find it within myself.

Then I just went for it—following the thoughts that occurred to me.
I learned, along the way, that those thoughts came with a knowing, an emotion, or a tone. I learned to navigate which were reliable through trial and error.

The result?
An extraordinary life—for myself, and for my boys.