Dr Arthur Wilson, PhD
A husband, a dad, a friend, and a once-busy professional now shaping a new chapter. My journey stretches from paperboy to dishwasher, from a young chef protégé to the United States Navy, then across the world into Western Australia’s private and public sectors. Along the way I became a property investor, an academic, and eventually a retiree with enough stories to fill several lifetimes.
This space offers a thoughtful window into that journey—into the doors I walked through, the chances I took, and the life that unfolded from them. Here is a peek into the world of Being Arthur.
Being Arthur is…
Being Arthur is a glimpse into the journey that shaped me. It is an unexpected life path that began with simple beginnings and unfolded into something far richer than I ever imagined. It reflects the doors I walked through, the risks taken, the lessons learned, and the quiet success along the way.
It is the story of becoming who I am today: A husband, father, leader, and retiree still learning, still evolving, and still grateful and feeling fortunate to have this life.
Travel
Travel didn’t arrive as a gift; I just wanted to travel. Successful people in movies and TV travelled…so… I wanted to travel one day. I started with the dream of catching a flight someplace…not sure it mattered where. Then I was able fly economy, but then I wanted to fly premium economy. So I had to work and study to could fly premium economy… then business class so I could relax before and during the flights.
Now first class waits on the other side of the same grind that earned each upgrade. No one handed me a boarding pass. While most of my family stayed grounded. I’ve beenfortunate to walk every continent, but still, the sweetest landing spot in the world to me is Australia: the place I chose, where opportunity didn’t just open—it beckoned, teased, and challenged to walk through.
Hobbies
Music
Nile Rogers and Chic concert in Fremantle, Western Australia
Music has always been the thread between my worlds. My favorite band is Chic—Nile Rodgers’ guitar has followed me across continents, from San Diego to Belgium to Fremantle, and every time the lights go down, I’m right back where I started: present, alive, and certain. My playlists carry the same geography: R&B that moves like memory, jazz that lingers in the silence, LoFi that keeps me company during the quiet work of council papers and academic prose. The right song doesn’t just mark a moment—it holds the door open for the next one.
Being Arthur 