The Impulsive Explorer
By Karen Espley
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Join Karen as she takes a life-changing trip to the Antarctic which leads to her making an impulsive decision to leave the corporate world behind.
As she lives on a Russian base in the Antarctic dealing with angry sea lions, living and working in remote conditions and surrounded by stunning scenery, Karen discovers the courage
Karen Espley
After 15 years working in large businesses, clawing her way up the greasy career ladder starting as an admin assistant, through to being the business manager on a GBP12m IT project, where she worked increasingly long hours with almost unbearable levels of stress, Karen realised there must be more to life. Having had a life-changing trip to the Antarctic in 2000 and saved enough money to last a year, she took the plunge and began her journey to find a different way to live and to escape from the expectations she grew up with. Karen worked in start-ups, businesses that failed, a business that grew from nothing to 150 employees that was then sold. She was an owner and shareholder of a successful consultancy practice, and has been a freelance consultant. In addition, she studied for an MBA to understand in more depth how business works. She's learned (sometimes painful) lessons and has helped many businesses grow using her broad experience and the lessons she's learned along the way. She has also published a book, The Profitable Business, to help small businesses grow and succeed. Karen is widely travelled having had some epic journeys around the world, including West Africa, Australia and New Zealand as well as the Antarctic. The Impulsive Explorer is the first of a trilogy about Karen's adventures; it will be followed by The Curious Explorer and The Escaping Explorer. She lives in West Sussex with her two cats and is planning the next stage of her adventures.
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The Impulsive Explorer - Karen Espley
Introduction
‘The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.’
Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past
Like many thirty-somethings, reading Bridget Jones’ Diary by Helen Fielding had struck a chord with me. Not least, the obsession for devouring self-help books in a pathetic attempt at finding the magic answer to ‘IT’ – love, wealth and happiness.
The obsession with self-help books slowly changed over time to ‘downshifting’ books as I searched for the secrets of becoming self-employed and fabulously wealthy with minimal effort (and finding the perfect partner as a convenient by-product!).
It started innocently enough with ‘I could do anything I wanted if I only knew what it was,’ but gathered momentum with countless books from Who Moved My Cheese to Go It Alone, Your Money or Your Life, Successfully Going Freelance in a week and so on ad nauseum. Through them, I was hoping to catch a glimpse of that other world, unfettered by what one colleague so aptly called ‘Corporate Bollocks’ – the politically back-stabbing, sabre rattling, gung-ho management world that seemed to be part and parcel of corporate life in the 80s and 90s.
My wildest fantasy of running a beach bar and windsurfing school somewhere hot and sunny beckoned enticingly, but friends who knew me better than I knew myself told me I would be bored witless within a season and besides which, what would I do in the winter? Not to be deterred, I investigated countries with year-round sunshine and finally found the ideal spot. Curaçao. No, not just a particularly noxious blue liqueur beloved of cocktail makers, but an island basking in 365 days of sun just off the north coast of South America. But the seeds of doubt had been sown and as with so many things in my life, this fell by the wayside, tripped up by my upbringing, and remains to this day a pipe dream.
Finally, however, in 2000, I took the plunge and what follows is the first part of my story about my attempts to free myself from the constraints of my family background and the golden handcuffs of full-time employment, to create a life lived on my terms and by my rules. It charts a trip that changed my life forever.
For those of you who are considering taking the same path, you may find some inspiration to help make that decision, or decide that life ain’t so bad the way it is after all. But a word of warning: whilst your friends and family are right to be cautious and concerned on your behalf, ‘there is danger in singing someone else’s song’ (Don G. Campbell) – it’s your life and you only have one shot at it.
Chapter 1
Back to Before the Beginning
‘Yet it is far better to light the candle than to curse the darkness.’
W.L. Watkinson, The Invincible Strategy
OK, so I’ve told you that I wanted to be master of my own destiny; how did it all start? It wasn’t a sudden blinding flash of inspiration or a whim brought about by great unhappiness at work. The idea grew on me slowly. It was a bit like building a kit car. It gathered dust in my mental garage for years and every now and again, I would add a bit to it, grapple with the instructions, get overwhelmed with the enormity of the task, put it down in disgust, pick it back up again some time later, until eventually it was built. One day I was ready (and, more importantly, had the courage) to give the car one final flick of the duster, put the metaphorical key into the ignition, open the garage door and scream off down the leafy lanes to who knows where, throwing my trusty map out of the window as I went.
Rewind to the early 1960s. I was conceived in Nigeria where my father was working for a textiles company. Having been born in the UK, I then spent the first few months of my life back in Nigeria before being returned hurriedly along with my older brother to my grandparents when civil war broke out.
Until I was 18 and finally left home, our life was pretty transient as my father constantly moved us on to new countries. We were rarely anywhere for longer than three years and my formative years were spent variously in Northern Ireland, Malta and finally Hong Kong, with the UK thrown in between times for good measure. Hong Kong was where my father finally found his place – he loved it and luckily for me at the age of 13, I had stability at last and remained there until I was 18. Hong Kong was a fabulous place to grow up – certainly as the children of expats. My weekends were spent on the water; sailing, waterskiing, canoeing and windsurfing. There was no loitering about shopping precincts for us at weekends.
This was definitely my happy place. Being outdoors in great weather and doing physical activities I enjoyed, gave me a freedom to excel at doing things I loved without any obligations on the end results; unlike much of the rest of my life.
It’s hard for me to describe my upbringing. On one hand, we had all our material needs catered for. We lived in nice houses and had lovely holidays – we were a typical middle-class family in that respect. On the other, it was a very strict childhood where discipline was generally physically administered.
Back in the 1950s and 60s, young people were expected to marry and have a family; my parents were no different. But for them, the job description only involved clothing, feeding and educating us. What they didn’t feel a requirement was emotional support and love. Hugging was unheard of, and if we didn’t do our chores on time or to the standard required, a spanking was called for. As children, we were very much to be seen and not heard. I was frightened of them because whatever you did, could so easily end up with a hand applied at speed, so you had to keep your wits about you. This could be for the smallest infringements, such as reading after lights out, or not cleaning your shoes (every day) on time.
I tried and tried to be the model daughter and do everything right. However, it was too easy to trip up and get it wrong.
When you don’t have the option of standing your ground and you’re constantly looking over your shoulder, worrying about when you’ll next do something ‘wrong’, it leaves you fearful and helpless. You know that nothing you say will be heard. And when you are largely isolated from your friends, you don’t get a perspective on what ‘normal’ looks like.
On the plus side, it started a lifelong love of reading. I would dive into books and the other worlds they opened up to me, allowing me to temporarily escape from my own reality.
Beyond that our parents said they didn’t care what we did, as long as we were the best at it and academic qualifications the yardstick against which our success was measured. Of course, we were never quite good enough; we could always do better. It’s a terrible burden to put on your children. Everything outside of getting a good education was surplus to requirements and extra curricular activities frowned upon as being a distraction to the main event and only allowed grudgingly and in small measures.
So, whilst my friends were all out partying and giving it large (although it wasn’t called that in my day!) during their late teens, I would be found at home in my bedroom ostensibly studying. This wasn’t so bad in the lower sixth form when I was allowed out until midnight on a Friday (and they knew to the minute how late I was, if I ever got home past the witching hour). By the upper sixth form, this privilege was removed and I had to be home by 9pm. As you can imagine, this was a source of great annoyance to my boyfriend who just could not understand why I didn’t rebel and flout the rules. But he wasn’t frightened of his parents and didn’t have to live with their ire. I was operating on a cunning survival plan of getting out in one piece as fast as I could, and this meant getting to university.
I had to work particularly hard as I had been forced to take Chemistry A level when I really wanted to study art and go to art college. I wasn’t the best art student, but I’d worked really hard for my O Level and something suddenly clicked and much to my surprise, I got an A. Painting is one thing I do (outside of reading) that I get totally absorbed by and can lose hours in happy distraction. And I love that a picture somehow magically grows from something that starts off as a terrible blob on the canvas. But art was not deemed to be a ‘proper’ subject and never going to make me any money, so Chemistry it was (so much for them not caring what we did as long as we were the best at it…). It never crossed my mind that I might have free will and be able (or allowed) to choose a life that wasn’t one dictated by my parents. Any original thought that didn’t align with theirs was dismissed as worthless. And I never found the courage to stand up to them. I have spent a lifetime trying to break free of that cage. My writing is part of that process.
I would have done far better in my other two subjects without the pain of trying to understand a subject which to this day remains shrouded in mystery. The actual exam was hideous. There was so much for me riding on getting the grades I needed that my mind went completely blank in one of the exams and I couldn’t even draw a dot and cross diagram of an atom. I was sitting there sobbing quietly over my paper to the distress of my boyfriend who was sitting behind me – and who was one of those irritatingly brilliant people who didn’t need to revise and still came out with three straight As! A teacher took pity on me and took me out and fed me tea. He was desperately trying to help me, but I wouldn’t have any of it, being determined that I had to do it by myself or else feel a