This photo was taken on an early morning on the beach in #Miami. Here's what 6 wonderful months of extensive #travel - while trying to write 2 books - has taught me:
• creativity is nourished with self-care, focus & a keen understanding of the needs of a creative challenge. Traveling can be disruptive, & a form of trauma, if it's not done for the right reasons. If done for the right reasons, it can be a wondrous form of self discovery. Creativity with deadlines & travel don't always mix well, even though there's a tendency to confused spontaneity or a need to move around a lot (ADHD? Avoidance issues?) with being creative. These are very different things. True, professional creativity demands focus and discipline. Travel demands a love of packing & looking for where you put that thing. Big-picture purpose-driven task vs mundane tasks... you get the picture
• a lot of people describe travel as freedom & a means to personal discovery. It is a kind of freedom if you have the means to do it well, and it does give temporary release from current circumstances, and fantastic perspective. Which - if you're pressed - you could have got from Google. The emotional stimulation, you can't get from Google. But a new place is only ever new for so long, & the constant need for stimulation is more your internal flaw, less a bonus of travel. I'd rather spend 3 months at Lake Como meditating & focusing on writing than missioning around the world to 'see different things'. But I have always taken greatest pleasure in the reflection on experiences, & always found those who get bored to be boring. Again, something travelling has helped me discover.
• wherever you go, there you are. Got shit going on? Things you need to work on? Travel won't help you forget this. In fact, it will magnify these things. I'm also not sure it always helps you 'learn about yourself' so much as put off learning about yourself for as long as your senses will entertain. And then you crack and everything you never wanted to know about yourself comes crashing down to whack you over the head and you're sobbing on a side street in New York wondering why life is what it is. Call me a hippie or whatever but most of the sensory world seems to be an illusion, and traveling is like taking the ultimate tour of this illusion. You'll come back having seen a lot, but deep down you'll still know what you need to do. You'll just be a bit broker, more tired and a bit sad because now you know for SURE, having been around the whole world, that we all face the same problems. Wherever you go go, there you are.