Californicate your brain

You don’t have to move 3000 miles away to get a new perspective on things. 

But it sure helps.

New people, new home, palm trees, earthquakes and bad drivers. It’s a lot to take in less than two weeks.

But it’s the perfect recipe for a creative boost. I’m looking at things a little differently now. And that’s not just the vertigo from the earthquakes talking.

It’s the synapses in my brain. Since I’ve arrived in the Golden State, they’ve started randomly rubbing against each other like a bunch of drunk college kids.

And it feels good.

Luckily, you can experience the same thing, without uprooting your entire life or exposing yourself to an shockingly significant population of apparently blind and/or lobotomized drivers.

Listen to a new band. Walk to work backwards. Shave an eyebrow (or two, if you want to be all symmetrical and lame). 

It doesn’t matter what you choose. Feel free to pick your poison.

Just make sure it’s not the same old poison you usually drink.