There’s something about a body in motion. It seems like any time I’ve hit a block – creative, emotional, spiritual, or what have you – the trick is usually to put myself in motion. A walk, a run, a stretch, a flight – or a drive.
When I was a baby, my parents had a little trick they used when I was being fussy and not wanting to go to bed: they would put me in the car seat and take a drive up and down the highway – worked like a charm. As I got older, I remember the three hour drives to my grandparents house – I would stare out my window and imagine all sorts of things. Now, there are few cures like hitting the open road when I just need to clear my head, stop being so fussy, and think a little bit.
Colorado makes it easy because you can hardly take a drive anywhere that’s NOT beautiful and inspiring (exhibit A). Combine the rock-star scenery with some good tunes, and I am a happy camper.
This weekend, my husband and I are taking a little weekend trip to Durango. It’s supposed to snow (no thank you, weathermen – I’ll have no more snow on road-trip days until Colorado learns to salt their roads), but otherwise I’m really looking forward to the time in the car. My plans include lots of snacks, lots of chatting and lots of singing along to the radio.
Anyone else find that long drives clear their head? I highly recommend it!