My body knows when it’s home

The one sentence that keeps on dancing around in my mind all week: “My body knows when it’s home.”

I’ll give myself one day off, I thought, which turned into two, and then suddenly into six. I didn’t spend any time in my “writer’s mind” in the past few days. I used to think there was a symbolic door in my head: if I managed to enter a specific room in my mind, I could write. But more often than not, this door stayed closed. It’s got to do something with control, and practice, and a whole lot more. But with #the100daychallenge I notice that the more I spend time in my creative zone, the more it starts flowing. And when I take a break, it can also just stop.

When I write at night, I dream in poetry.
And when I go on a walk without a billion things to do on my mental to do list - but simply with the idea to walk and let my mind wander - stories will accompany me.

I’ve spent a lot of time in my “moving countries” and “getting things done” mind space over the course of the week, so I’m excited to pick things up again.

From home.

But just for good measure: one of DC’s gorgeous spring trees against a clear-blue sky. 🙌

Day 20 / #100daysoftravelnotes