Lately, I’ve been reminded of how quietly routine can wrap its hands around your neck. How easily it can lull you into a kind of sleepwalking — days blurring together, the same streets, the same coffee mug, the same patterns of thought looping over themselves. And when you’re someone who lives to create, that sameness isn’t just boring; it’s oppressive.

I’ve noticed how much my spirit starts to shrink when I’m too long in one place. How my ideas begin to echo off the same four walls until they lose their shape altogether. I start second-guessing my art, or feeling like everything’s already been done. The colors get dimmer. The spark dulls.

That’s when I know I have to go.

It doesn’t always have to be some far-flung destination. Sometimes it’s a short trip for a change in scenery. Sometimes it’s a plane ride alone to a city I’ve never wandered. It’s about breaking the grip of the ordinary — stepping into new light, new air, new textures that wake up the parts of me that have gone quiet.

There’s something about travel that rearranges everything inside you. A café in Paris where I’ve sat alone, wine glass sweating, eavesdropping on conversations in a language that dances— reminders of what it feels like to be fully awake.

And every time I travel for creative reasons — to hunt for new subjects to paint or simply to feed that hungry part of me that craves beauty — I come home changed. Recharged. Braver. Ready to create and be honest with myself again.

If you’re feeling stuck, dulled by the same routes and responsibilities, maybe this is the nudge you’ve needed. Plan that trip you keep pushing off. Go someplace that shifts your perspective, even if it’s just an hour away. Let yourself get lost, or at least pleasantly misplaced.

Because often, it’s not until you step out of your life for a moment that you can truly see it. And it’s in those moments — somewhere between wonder and discomfort, curiosity and quiet — that your creative self takes a deep, delicious breath and comes roaring back to life.

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