Travel self

I love writing when I’m traveling. Re-reading this post about Takoyaki profitability, and my more recent ones in Chiangmai, I could see the inspiration really shining through. The exciting novelty, the heart-moving adventures, the visceral sensations, all oozing out of the very words.

It’s like an altogether different self. An old self I forgot I ever was. One who saw light in small things. One who wore a glint in his eyes. One who would try anything once.

In that kind of self, it’s so easy to write.
In that kind of space, it’s so easy to write.

They say, rubbish in, rubbish out.
Likewise, gold in, gold out.

Great input, great output.