I left corporate life 6 years ago. Or was it 7? It’s been a long time now.
No more jetting around the world. At a moment’s notice. Flying every week. Ten, or eleven, or twelve international trips a year. My best friends were airline stewards and airport lounge cleaners and hotel concierges.
I don’t regret the corporate life. Heck, I got to see St. Petersburg. Cottbus. Miami. Goa. Mumbai. Chennai. Bangalore. Poland. Paris. Frankfurt. Singapore. Kuala Lumpur. Hong Kong. Beijing.
But now I run my own business and lead a simpler life. I travel still, but maybe 2 international trips per year. That’s enough. I have had my surfeit of airport lounges. No longer 7am meetings and 7pm meetings. Simple. simple. v e r y s i m p l e .
My work consists of (on average): 1 day per week doing paper work, meeting with people in my business, generally running the business, 1 day per week doing marketing and product development, 1 day per week in various meetings with clients and 2 days per week doing solid client work. It is busy but pretty relaxed. By design.
I have left behind my corporate credit card, my humongous frequent flyer account, my maps of many global cities, the lists of preferred hotels, entering in every expense into a corporate travel system to be reconciled in some other place of the world by someone in another time zone speaking a completely different language.
But also I left behind alcohol. Not that I ever drank very much – my body assimilates alcohol really quickly and I can feel tipsy after one drink. One light drink at that.
As I left corporate life, I did a detox. No, not the rehab detoxes that all the stars are doing. I changed my diet to lighten the load on my body, and went 3 weeks without coffee (eeeek!), tea, wheat (bread especially), white rice, alcohol, meat (no big deal, I was almost vegetarian then), oils and fats, some fruits and vegetables, and a whole heap of other things I can’t recall. I supplemented my body with all sorts of wonderful things to get it in top shape again. It was wonderful.
The night the detox was over, I went berserk! Coffee! Take Away food – loads of it. Greasy. Bread.
But I have never ever gone back to alcohol. The taste was no longer there. I didn’t enjoy it, and the more I stayed away from it, the greater effect just one mouthful had. A REAL cheap drunk.
Is there some relationship between the levels of stress in your body and the ability to handle alcohol?
My latest consultancy is a four day per week task in a corporate environment. 9 – 5. or 9-7. or 8-7. Out the door goes my yoga, pilates and remembering to breathe deeply.
Tonight, for the first time in many many many years, I am sitting outside in a 30 degree C lovely summers evening in Adelaide, on the balcony overlooking the hills, sipping a (Bombay) Gin and Tonic. But with a twist.
One thing I have learned in my more relaxed time is how a piece of chilli adds to a jug of cold water. And tonight I discover how much it adds to a glass of Gin and Tonic.
So with the twist of lemon, add a twist of chilli.
PS I have drunk about 1/3 of the glass, and feel quite light headed.