Saturday, August 5, 2023

The Joy of Alternatives

 

Arun Kumar

Yesterday I sent a few emails that could have cascading consequences down the road in the context of increasing the scope of my work involvements. You see, I have been pondering over the possibility of retirement and sending those emails was not congruent with those thoughts.

I could have held my fingers back and not initiated anything. But I did not and decided to hit the return and send the emails zooming through the internet to their destination.

And then, there are a few other emails that are waiting in the wings that I can send which also have potential for developing into further engagements.

Therein lies a dilemma I am currently introspecting with — I should initiate ideas that could become longer lasting (and engaging) projects and have the potential to draw me back into the universe of work or should I put myself on the cruise control for another year or so and then retire?

In choosing the path of getting engaged in work again lurks the fear that I will be moving away from developing activities outside of work life.

As I found out in the last couple of years the hard way, these activities are essential for (i) transitioning into the next phase (of a finite) life, and (ii) are an insurance of having alternatives at hand to transition into. Having that alternative in hand ensures that if for some reason work life does come to a sudden halt, it will not be a repeat of the shock that it was a few years back.

Therefore, by choosing to continue the work life I do not want to get in a position where I am short of time for the other activities I have been cultivating.

The question I am pondering is whether in choosing the path of re-engaging in work life would I be able to maintain a balance between work and activities outside of work and not return to a place where work was all encompassing and was the sole identity that defined me.

That path of work also conflicts with the daydreams of spending days taking walks on the beach, of cultivating a life of poise and serenity, of being someone sitting at the banks of a gently flowing river and content with watching its flow, i.e., in general, wishing for a life with a slower pace, and with a much smaller portfolio of activities.

In choosing the path of work I also need to ensure that it does not conflict with my cognizant of mortality and not let it get buried under the rat race and politics that work can be. This is needed so the reality of being mortal does surprise me again.

Reminding myself that I am mortal keeps me grounded and humble.

But why do I want to return to work life when I am in a place where thoughts of being retired and the prospect of having an abundance of time is no longer a terrifying prospect.

The simple reason is that my brain still works (which is a good thing!). It can still produce creative ideas that so many of my colleagues cannot.

Going down the old path of work also has other consequences, for example, I am giving away some of my control. I also do not know how long it may last, and therefore, I am taking on some uncertainty.

In addition, by choosing to continue to work, I am also putting my freedom back in the hands of others, for example, my supervisor holding the authority over what I should and should not do. These annoyances are the usual struggles of work life (and its politics).

Is there a path in which (a) if work track ends then unlike the fear I had earlier I would not be thrown out of loop by the thought of needing to retire, (b) I will not be at the mercy of whims of supervisors and colleagues, and © I will not care about the consequences of not engaging in the work politics.

The answer is yes.

The answer is to build a work life that also has time to cultivate alternate paths and is fully aware that there is an alternative path that I can take if work does not pan out. The perfect analogy for such a paradigm of life would be two parallel train tracks with switches, and if needed, I can easily change and leave the track of work behind.

The answer is yes, if I keep a balance in which I continue to cultivate activities outside of work, and further, if I keep reminding myself of mortality so as not to forget that my time on this Earth is finite.

The solution, therefore, is to build a life with two parallel tracks — one for work and one for activities outside of work — giving me the recognition and a sense of freedom that if one path ends, I know an alternative is readily available.

Yet another fear is that if I go down this road there would be that much less time to do other things in life. Examples of activities I want to do include — taking weeks off without having to worry about work deadlines, taking walks on the beach, taking trips. After all, we are not getting any younger. Could this aspect also be remedied? Yes.

The potential solution to alleviate that concern would be to put money we worked hard to save and put it to use and find appropriate solutions and enjoy the pleasures and experiences having access to discretionary cash flow can bring. In other words, put money to work.

Although these are some preliminary ideas, they do bring a sense of comfort and give me a sense of freedom that I have not felt in a long time. They give me space to breathe.

Ciao.

Wednesday, August 2, 2023

Existential Crisis, the beginning #8

 

On my left stands light
on my right stands death
in between stands I
forever trying to calm
my bewildered breath.

Sunday, July 30, 2023

For a brighter tomorrow wear a Hawaiian shirt

 

It was not too far away

when a day

was just a day, a meh,

a passing freight train

in the middle of the night

or like thousand other things 

that just were

and still, just are.


But then,

along the journey

something changed.


And now,

in the fading glow 

of the evening sky

I hold them in my palm

and look at them from different sides

under different lights

to find a meaning 

that I would like to 

relive again.


Nothing revealed

day says adieu

and steps into the closet

to change clothes and be ready 

to become tomorrow.


Hopefully, 

it would pick a Hawaiian shirt

with red and yellow hibiscuses

for a brighter tomorrow.


Saturday, July 29, 2023

If I do not try...I will not succeed

 

Arun Kumar

Travelling to unfamiliar places holds exciting promises. One being given an opportunity to disrupt the daily routine that life can easily become, and lost among that routine, ever so silently months sneak by.

For a few days or for a couple of weeks, travelling is leaving a world of familiarity behind and looking forward to visiting new ones where I can let myself loose.

If I happen to be going to place I have never been to, I probably have been preparing for the trip for good two weeks before the day of departure trying to put together the logistics - how would I go from the airport to the hotel; how to buy the subway ticket; put together an itinerary and deciding what to see and what to let go because time is finite; where and what to eat; what to pack (not too much that half the clothes come back unworn or not too less that I need to visit a laundromat and stare at its spinning drum).

If I am visiting a place I have already been to, the prep work needed is much less, but the sense of excitement still prevails. For journeys like that there is a sense of comfort in knowing my way around in the place I am going to be. After taking the train from the airport to the city center, when I step out of the platform, I would know exactly that I need to turn left to reach the hotel I will be staying in (and which happens to be the same one I stayed in previously).

Overall, travelling feels good, but it is also hard to get over the disruptions they can be, at least that is what travel sometimes does to me.

I am sure this is not a universal sentiment. Some people, while on the way home from the airport, can stop by the cleaners and leave all their travel clothes behind, and by the time they enter their home, they are back in their old skin.

On the contrary, what happens to me is that after I come back it takes a few weeks to get back into my old routine. It happened this time again.

Here I am a week after coming back from Reading, UK, and I am still trying to get back into my old rhythm. I have not been able to get up at 5 am in the morning as I usually do. Consequently, I have not been able to spend a couple of hours journaling or writing before breakfast and starting office work.

Those couple of hours of activities in the morning are dear to my heart. They anchor my day, provide a sense of purpose, and at the end of the day, if I were to look back and try to assess how may day was, they allow me to say that I would not mind living this very day again. Being able to say that about the day that is winding down is the ultimate compliment a day can hope for.

It has also been a couple of weeks since I have been back that I have not been in the garden and tried to trim the variegated vinca (blue periwinkle) that sensed its freedom while I was away and has decided to throw the runners in all directions.

Since I have returned, it feels like that some connection from my past got severed. This happens often and to remedy this, before heading for travel, I have told myself many times that while on travel if I just keep some traces of home routine then on return, getting back into my routine would be easier.

The strategy, however, has not worked so far. Travelling, as I said, is leaving it all behind and looking forward to letting myself loose. Keeping up a paired down version of home routine feels like a silly proposition.

But at the same time, not doing so does come back to bite me after I return.

Travel is fun, adventurous, introspective, exciting, nostalgic, gastronomic, but I wish that after I come back getting back into my old skin would not be that hard. I wish that the day after I return, I would wake up in the morning and come down in the living room with a steaming cup of Earl Gray, and with its aroma wafting up my nose will open the laptop and start working on a story.

 And not only that, the next weekend after coming back I will step in the yard and let vinca know that I am back.

The next time I travel I will remind myself again to keep some semblance of home routine going. I may fail yet again, but if I do not try, the battle is already lost, and the outcome is already decided.

If I keep trying then perhaps one day, it will become easier to get back into my routine.

Ciao.