One about travel

I have had a few conversations lately where people comment on how often I am away. They are right – I do choose jobs that enable me to travel or work flexibly, and I do have a thing for spontaneously booking flights. I’m not afraid of solo travel and adventure. Truth be told, I really love it. I love knowing I’m good with my own company and I love knowing I can navigate new places by myself (and yes I could do this before we had google maps on our phones). I have firm memories of being handed paper maps of Osaka and Tokyo and being told where my castings were and not having a clue how to navigate cities where signs are in Japanese but somehow getting from A to B to C anyway. I have similar memories of being in Istanbul figuring out my bearings, and being given paper maps of Barcelona with the key studios and our apartment circled on it. I still have this map because that was the greatest city to work in. They did not care about measurements and there was zero pressure to be a certain size. I am glad I could spend time there. Anyway these are different stories. This blog is more about more recent trips.

This year I’ve been travelling to parts of Scotland I’ve never been to – mostly for work, sometimes for fun. And I have also made several trips around different places in the UK for conferences and seeing friends and family – some trips for birthdays and one for a funeral. Because I’m not driving so much anymore, I have been in airports and train stations more this year than I have in any other year, and I have been on several trips to European countries – mostly because I have a pretty generous family who know me very well and they know that the best 30th birthday gift to me is to go somewhere with me and for us to spend time together. Also, because my sister turned 21 and we did the same for her. I know these opportunities come from a place of privilege and I’m really fortunate to have a family who now can do these things together. We definitely haven’t always been able to. I didn't leave the country properly until I was 16. I am also grateful for a job that means I get to combine things I enjoy with work. So I know these opportunities come from a place of privilege.

However, travelling is also something that I tend to do in a very enthusiastic way and I have been thinking a little about this. I’m definitely not alone in this. One of the greatest ways I mask stress and keep discomfort at a distance is to keep busy. I don’t think I wear ‘busy’ as a badge of pride but I do keep moving and keep busy and this is a very culturally valuable way to deal with stuff. In other words, you still get stuff done. You still get stuff done on time and organise things well. You look like you are always on the go and manage to somehow tick all the boxes. Exercise. Done. Work. Done. PhD. On track. Family. Done. Friends. Done. Social life (OK, not so done – I’m an introvert mostly and my socialising is mainly small one to one things that are lovely but not what I’d describe as a booming social life). But my point is that busy looks good. But I think it also costs.

On Monday I came back from Portugal. This was my last week of annual leave and I was exhausted but it was a trip that’s been planned for a while and another good friend and I had decided to spend some time there beforehand. This was mostly a good trip. We did lots of walking, eating smoothie bowls, talking about therapy and PhDs (friend is also a therapist), and reflecting on life and intentions for the future. Came back on Monday after a bit of a chaotic weekend and a near break-in to one of the air bnbs. And launched myself into work. I discovered that old habits rear their head when life seems a bit up in arms. There are a few big-ish work things coming up, including two more trips out of the country. And whilst part of me is looking forward to them, I have also reached a point where I know I have over-estimated the energy I have. So instead of preparing myself calmly, I’ve been keeping busy. Running, swimming, yoga-ing. Running TO the pool to swim and back from the pool in the dark. Today I’ve found the spot in my flat where the sun shines through the window and been living in that space for most of the day because the warmth is a thing that helps the aches and home is the place where I would like to be. Again, I am lucky I can work from home and get things done still. But this is a thing. Whilst travel is good, it’s exhausting. PhD life and work in addition to the work of self-care is something I’m still working out. Busy looks not bad – getting work done, getting to yoga and the pool and out for runs, but it is not so good when you do *all* those things all the time. No text books to tell you the answers for this quest for balance. Just a body that’s pretty good at giving you cues if you can listen to it for a moment or two. 

Here’s to the sunny spot in the flat where the sunlight shines through that’s great for basking and easing pain. And to the yoga where you find centre and strength. And the neighbour who texts you to say if you need a distraction then a coffee with her is probably better than running to the pool at 9pm in the dark and rain. And the osteopath who will be flexible and make time for you because busy is sometimes not helpful for your body too. And here’s to super wise bodies that really could be trusted a little more. Oh, and good planning ahead. Maybe next year I will learn from this… (I did say this to myself last year too!)