First up, I think I am in that category where I fly way too much for my health, but I could not imagine stopping. I often yearn for the day I stop flying, but maybe it is like retirement from any profession – you think it will be great to relax and go fishing or whatever, but it actually can hit people very hard.
Now, to randomly address a couple of things touched on so far here:
Driving cars: I have become very adept at changing sides. I actually learnt to drive in Chile, so I have some background on driving on the wrong side of the road, but it was hard when I started to flit between the two. I have come up with a cunning s.o.p. to make it even easier – when I am in right-hand drive countries I use manual cars, when I am back in Australia or anywhere else with left-hand, I use automatics. It just works for me
Sleeping: I am a disaster at this. I seem to spend half my life in tiredness. I have given up any specific technique. (I never claimed to have any answers!)
Relationships: These are frayed. But I was difficult even before I flew so much
“The W in WP”: I have learnt, as have many others, that non-frequent flyers do not really like to hear about amazing amounts of miles flown, status, top lounge access, etc etc. No-one likes someone who brags. I have never bragged, but me talking too much about what is a passion for me could come across as that. If only they understood that when I say it is NOT glamourous, they would believe me and not think I was big-noting myself. In any case, I learnt when I was a police officer not to talk about ‘the job” with other people – seemed to make other men feel lesser and thus hostile. Same with being a P1 and travel.
Alcohol: this is a hard area for me, because I have been known to consume this stuff a lot when not flying too. I actually do indeed love the intoxicating effects of alcohol – and the mind changes it brings in me. I am not one of those idiots that gets drunk and behaves poorly. I use alcohol in a far more scientific, controlled, experienced manner. (usually!) I enjoy writing, and some of the best stuff I have ever written was done whilst drinking. It changes mind processes, and in the same way it makes people lose inhibitions and do silly things, it also loosens the mind and allows much more expression and freedom of emotion in writing. So I do drink a lot whilst flying – helps sleep in bad seats, but more importantly makes so many experiences so more beautiful. The time I was hammered, listening to the right music, watching that endless sunset over the Antarctic, was truly one of the most magical moments of my life
Of course I have also suffered the inevitable dehydration, hang-overs, etc that drinking causes.
Routine: Perhaps because of my love of alcohol, I have had to become extremely proficient in the ability to travel whilst drunk. I mean not lose passport, get to right gate, etc etc. I have developed a travel routine that is obscenely organized. I actually always travel in EXACTLY the same type of clothing every time. Each and every item I carry whilst travelling, from passport to charger, to chewing gum, to teddy bear, has its exact spot / pocket. When I get my passport out of my travel wallet, it keep my travel wallet in my left hand, open, until said passport is returned to me. Boarding passes go in different places according to the order I will use them in. I have done this so many times that everything is completely automatic. I think that this is good practice for any traveler, but in my case it is absolutely vital. It is this sort of technique that has saved me a few times when due to the evil influence of fellow travelers (in that darn bar in the Emirates A380’s

) I have truly overdone it, but awoken a day later in a hotel in some city, with everything perfect.
Family: I have to travel because my home base is where we want our kids to be in school, which is not where I have to work. So obviously the away-time carries a price. I try to be home for birthdays, the usual sort of stuff. And when I get to take the family on a trip, they love the lounge access and the special treatment they get because of my status. But they wish, and I wish, that it was not this way.
Everything good in Life has a price. Maybe one day I will realize that maybe that price was too high?
All this written in the SYD Flounge, glass of champagne in one hand, whilst my wife is back at home, getting the kids off to school, before another day of housework