How I found my forgotten creative energy in Goa
Falling back in love with who I used to be.
In this story, I’m in Arambol, learning how to make space for creativity and finding inspiration in the most unexpected places.
The drumming started before I even saw the beach.
Faint at first, it drifted on the breeze, threading its way through the palm trees in the golden evening light.
Drawn to the rhythm, I followed the sound.
It was February 2013, peak tourist season in Goa. I was in Arambol with a mission to reconnect with my creative side—the part of me that once loved writing, painting and drawing.
But creativity doesn’t return on demand. It needs room to breathe. And I hadn’t given myself that in a very long time.
