Life has turned a corner. My twelve months of self imposed exile, physical work-outs and loneliness, have made me a new and different man.
I gathered the courage to leave everything and start a new life on the Gold Coast. I left my children, my familiar territory, my few remaining friends and the financial security I had. I am now on the beach, in a new and exciting part of the world, and I love it.
I wake, walk straight into the surf, dive into a minimum of two waves, and return home. Coffee enema (a new but rewarding routine), super healthy vegan breakfast, write down my thoughts, work in my home office, go to the local gym or swimming pool and return to the office.
Afternoons usually include a long board ride on my electric skateboard up and down the coast, followed by a surf. A short mediation. Find a new recipe (vegetarian), skate to the shops, inevitably buy some beer despite promising myself not to. Cook and sleep.
I am about to add Yoga to this routine – something formal. I have a blind date with a yoga teacher I met online this weekend – maybe that will work?
The routine is often disturbed by messages or calls from one of the four women I am in contact with. Each of them I have had a romantic relationship with in the last twelve months, but only Wendy continues. The others just care about me, and I care about them. Not sure if we cannot let go, or whether we think we will re-ignite. I doubt that’s the case. They are all so different, which I think says something. The German search and rescue doctor in the Austrian alps, the hippie gorgeous blonde who is coming to terms with not being the most beautiful woman on the beach anymore and wants to use me as an escape from her life, and the young and sexy single mum who does not know if she wants me or not – changes daily.