After ten days of paradise, it's time to get back to reality. While I wish paradise never ended, I get a feeling of purpose whenever I return from a trip. It serves as a reminder that traveling is essential to my soul. I need to find ways to make it a regular occurrence in my life. Very little else in life feeds my soul the way that travel does.
The change of pace and scenery refreshes my creative juices. It lights a fire that wanes with the confines of every day life. When I am away from my routine my brain works differently, it is more alert, even though my body is usually fatigued.
In an ideal world, I would get back from a trip and have time to seclude myself and write. Since that isn't my life, I have to be satisfied with the knowledge that I had some time away from the norm and recall that energy in the moments I can steal away to get some words out.
If I had been traveling without kids, I would have taken my laptop and set aside time to write while listening to the waves, or at night to the din of the coquis. But spending 12+ hours entertaining kids and making sure they are tired out, while also de-escalating their spats along the way. it took a toll on me and by the time they were finally in bed, my brain wasn't thinking about stories.
So, I am back to looking for spaces between life where I can write in the cracks, orchestrating a few uninterrupted hours of solace to allow for the after affects of vacation to kick in and get some writing done. The challenge is doing so before the grind takes over and the mindset vanishes. Sadly, that happens so quickly, the window of opportunity is tiny, like that of a Hobbit's home and if I don't grab it I will lose it. I guess that means I need to plan another trip - and that's not such a bad idea.
If I had been traveling without kids, I would have taken my laptop and set aside time to write while listening to the waves, or at night to the din of the coquis. But spending 12+ hours entertaining kids and making sure they are tired out, while also de-escalating their spats along the way. it took a toll on me and by the time they were finally in bed, my brain wasn't thinking about stories.
So, I am back to looking for spaces between life where I can write in the cracks, orchestrating a few uninterrupted hours of solace to allow for the after affects of vacation to kick in and get some writing done. The challenge is doing so before the grind takes over and the mindset vanishes. Sadly, that happens so quickly, the window of opportunity is tiny, like that of a Hobbit's home and if I don't grab it I will lose it. I guess that means I need to plan another trip - and that's not such a bad idea.
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