One of the most rewarding things I’ve been doing lately is walking.
I don’t do it for a specific reason. I walk, for walking. I don’t want to reach a specific destination, have a pre-defined route in mind, or do it to conserve steps streak on a health app. I just walk. And when I feel tired, I go back home. That’s it.
I call it a stupid walk, and you’ll usually hear me saying “I need to take my stupid walk”. If I spend too much time without it, I feel I need to take one to recharge.
Walking is the activity that engages my brain the least. I don’t need to think about how I’m going to walk. My feet move on their own. It’s a repetitive task that I actually enjoy and I don’t mind doing it each day. I put music on my ears and begin moving.
My brain starts thinking about different things. Sometimes dancing to the music. Other times thinking about the future. Reflecting about the past. Enjoying the moment. Or simply analyzing my surrounding.
I get most of my ideas from my stupid walks. I don’t know why, but it works for me.
There is however something I still don’t understand. Even if my brain works during the whole walk, I feel rested and energized after it. I have no idea why. But as long as it’s a good thing, I don’t want to know why.