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Trying not to get re-burned out

Trying not to get re-burned out

I have a ritual every weekend.

I pack a bag with quality butter and local jam. Then I head over to my favorite bakery and I order whatever is right out of the oven for breakfast, (their croissants are to die for!) as well as a loaf of sourdough for lunch later on.

From there, I begin the long drive to whatever gorgeous place in Washington I'm going to explore for the first time.

today's exploration- Larrabee State Park

The first hour in the car, I am always distraught. I feel anxious and like I should be at home making things. It's been so long since I've had the desire to create and I'm scared it's only here for a limited amount of time. I feel the need to spend every second at home creating while I have this 'magic' inside of me, before it's gone for who knows how long?

But I drive on anyway. Because operating off of fear only leads to me burning the candle at both ends. Think about it, if I did stay at home and create 24/7, wouldn't that fuck me up?

So I have to try to find balance, and hope that it sustains me over the long term. Which brings us to this weekend ritual which sounds utterly lovely but is actually a total struggle for me every time I do it.

But then an hour into the drive, my brain starts to unwind. My shoulders relax. My heads starts naturally working out problems I was unable to solve earlier. I still want to go back home, but my resolve grows stronger.

I always go on a hike during these weekend rituals. I often don't want to (I'd rather just see the sight and head back home to make) but I believe that getting into my body more and surrounding myself with nature is the best thing I can do for my lasting creativity and productivity.

It's always 30 minutes into a hike when I start really getting out of my head. When I start listening to the birds singing or smelling the fresh damp Earth here in the PNW or marveling at whatever gorgeous site is on the trail in front of me.

Today's hike views

I start to feel super thankful to live here. I start to feel my body being active. I start to get into the moment again. When I find a nice spot to sit, I have my fresh sourdough bread, butter, and jam (such simple perfection). Sourdough bread is so crusty that it takes a while to eat, and forces me to slow down even more.

today's lunch

After the meal, I hike back to my car and usually drive around the area. Washington is uncommonly gorgeous and before I know it, I'm completely immersed in the moment, saying, 'holy fuck' under my breath as I drive on a cliffside overlooking the San Juan islands, or coming across fields of wild swans in a valley surrounded by snow-covered peaks.

Before I know it, it's time to head back, and to my surprise, I'm never ready! I always stretch out my trip by another hour, eager to explore a cute little town or take a drive around the countryside a little longer.

And then I finally get home, exhausted, happy, ready for dinner, and recharged once more. So, for as long as they continue to refresh and ground me, I will continue my lovely weekend rituals. Maybe they're the reason I'm not burning out again.