Normally when I travel, everything is perfectly timed out. I know what activities I’m doing on what days before I even leave town. I don’t waste a single ounce of valuable vacation time planning (I mean stressing) about what I’m going to do, and I maximize my vacation to fit in as much as possible.
This June, though, I took a vacation to the Smoky Mountains that was a radical departure from my usual travel style: the only thing I planned about this trip was that I wasn’t going to plan anything. No tickets were bought ahead of time. No reservations made.
Instead, I slept when I wanted to, woke up when I wanted to, read when I wanted to, sat outside when I wanted to, and ate when and what I wanted to. Side note--if intuitive eating can be a thing, I think intuitive vacationing should definitely be a thing, too.Read More