28 Nov Thirty, Fit and Throwing It All Away
So, we have decided to move to France.
Why you ask…. (Why not? I say) But let me delve a little deeper and tell you exactly why.
Depending on when you came across my +10-year-old fitness business, the website, or our events, you may actually know me quite well. However let’s assume for the sake of this article you have no idea who I am, or what drives me.
With the impending birth of my first child any day now, I’ve been asking myself about what have I achieved, what sort of role model I will be and about my passion for helping people live happier, healthier and longer lives. I suddenly realised that for the past 10 years I had been running my business like the world told me to, and never once stopped to think if this was how I wanted to operate my business. For the first time, I began to acquire a nagging feeling of self-doubt.
Please don’t get me wrong, I love my life and I love my clients, many are great personal friends, but by and large they are intelligent, successful people highly motivated to stay fit who can justify spending some of their hard earned cash to have me tell them how to sustainably maintain a vigorous exercise regime.
And then I walk down the street and I see so many overweight people trying to hold their lives together who have neither the time nor the money to attend a gym and have me show them how being over weight is an option, it does not have to be that way.
So whom am I kidding? Myself?
All I am doing is helping the hand full who can afford me who, without me, would probably still be doing it for themselves or find someone else to take them through their paces.
This has been a process of self-assessment, self-awareness and maybe just an early onset of a mid life crisis all rolled into one. Fuelled, in part, by my over zealous consumption of web-based Fitspo’ (fitness motivation) and sporting lifestyle content.
I have been fortunate enough to have worked with hundreds if not thousands of people of all ages and abilities and helped them towards their fitness and recovery goals. However, this is no longer enough for me. I can’t sit by and continue to watch this world get fatter and unhealthier, living longer lives but far from their peak.
So that leads me to my opening line… Why am I moving to France?
Well its stunning, why wouldn’t I want to live in France and sip on a great Bordeaux while watching the sun set over the hills of Provence, watching our kids grow up running around with out a care in the world?
However, the real reason we want to do this is to remove ourselves from an environment that tells us that the shiny things in life are what you need to be successful.
By staying in Melbourne and continuing our lives here, I am routinely reminded and tempted by the white picket fence, the Lamborghini (Although my dream is still to one) and the private schools that are what is expected of me and how we define success in this day and age. By switching it up and moving to a more simple life of family, food and fitness in a location that will challenge us and inspire creativity, I can begin to provide a service to the many who need the most help, all while putting my family first.
Where to from here you ask?
Okay. Now is when I need to get real.
We are doing this, that is for certain. We’re giving ourselves 52 weeks to achieve it, just 1 year to pack up and go, but I know that we are going to do it. I just don’t know how we are going to do it…
That’s where I am going to need your help.
I am asking for your input in any way, shape or form. Notice I don’t say support. I don’t need your support. If you think I am nuts, tell me so. If you think you have an idea about how I can make a difference, tell me so. If you know someone in France with a house in Provence or the Cote d’Azure who would like to rent it to me for free, for the next 10 years…PLEASE tell me so.
I want to open source this adventure and I want you, if you think I have a point, to be part of it. I would love you to join us at the airport on the 2nd of June 2017 and see us on our way.
Please let me know what you are thinking
Adam, Amy, Bub