As the old addict recovery adage goes – today is the first day of the rest of my life. This is officially Day 1 of My Year In Flux, and I’m feel scared and empty.

It feels weirdly appropriate to be commencing the Flux using the language of addiction and recovery – I have often been accused of being a workaholic, and I can definitely say that the last twelve years of work have controlled me, rather than the other way round. My Year In Flux represents a conscious effort to turn that pattern on its head, to retake control of my own destiny by dismissing the controlling factors of everyday life and entering a period of flux. In this way, My Year In Flux should represent some sort of twelve step (or at any rate twelve month) program to a healthier life which will ultimately see control in my own hands. It should feel exciting and liberating, but right now it doesn’t feel anything other than numb. The second act begins, it seems, with a whimper not a bang.

“There are no second acts in American lives” F. Scott Fitzgerald

The second act begins here
So, though it starts in a low key way, the second act begineth right now!

When F. Scott Fitzgerald claimed, in The Great Gatsby┬áthat there were no second acts, he wasn’t dismissing the human capacity to develop and adapt to new challenges, he was merely reminding us that whatever put us where we are today will inform what comes next; all of the skills, experiences and prejudices we have developed come with us in our suitcase everywhere we go. So let me be clear now: My Year In Flux will not be some kind of evangelical rebirth, nor even a midlife crisis – I’m not unhappy with who I am or what I have achieved, and I won’t pretend for a minute that these new challenges in the coming year will be attempted on an empty stomach. My Year In Flux is going to be a tremendous journey of discovery and enrichment, whichever way it goes, and I hope you’ll join me for some of it.

So what am I doing on this extraordinary day to mark a new beginning? I’m off to work for one last go round – my last day of work fell on a Thursday and I couldn’t really leave without rounding out the week. Once a workaholic, always a workaholic…F. Scott, you were so right. See you all on the other side!