Sometimes when I sit in my backyard and close my eyes… the rustling of the trees sounds like the caressing of the waves on a shoreline.
Sometimes when I’m driving to work with my windows down, music up, and hand out the window surfing the wind… I forget I even have a destination and feel as free as I ever did roadtripping.
Sometimes when I’m reading a book at home… I can feel as filled with wonder, awe, and curiosity as I ever did while walking the streets of a foreign city or natural landscape.
It’s a reminder for me that wherever you go—there you are.
If you aren’t happy where you are, you will not be happy where you go.
The scenery, the novelty, the freshness might distract you for a little while. But once it settles—and trust me, it settles—what’s left is you… the perceiver. The witnesser. The experience interpreter.
And if you can do the inner work that’ll give your perception novelty and freshness… then it won’t ever matter where you are…
There you’ll be.