The author experiences flow state while driving in the Ardennes region of Belgium and Luxembourg during a trip with their mother and sister. As someone from the flatlands of the Netherlands, driving in hilly terrain was unfamiliar and caused initial anxiety. Heavy rain further reduced visibility and made conditions chaotic. However, the author was forced to stop overanalyzing and just focus on driving, which led to an effortless and enjoyable experience where they moved with traffic almost as part of a shared consciousness.
The author experiences flow state while driving in the Ardennes region of Belgium and Luxembourg during a trip with their mother and sister. As someone from the flatlands of the Netherlands, driving in hilly terrain was unfamiliar and caused initial anxiety. Heavy rain further reduced visibility and made conditions chaotic. However, the author was forced to stop overanalyzing and just focus on driving, which led to an effortless and enjoyable experience where they moved with traffic almost as part of a shared consciousness.
The author experiences flow state while driving in the Ardennes region of Belgium and Luxembourg during a trip with their mother and sister. As someone from the flatlands of the Netherlands, driving in hilly terrain was unfamiliar and caused initial anxiety. Heavy rain further reduced visibility and made conditions chaotic. However, the author was forced to stop overanalyzing and just focus on driving, which led to an effortless and enjoyable experience where they moved with traffic almost as part of a shared consciousness.
When contemplating the flow state during driving, I
immediately think about a recent trip with my mom and sister to the Ardennes, a forest region in Belgium and Luxembourg, extending into France and Germany, with hills, ridges, and rivers, only a few hours away from the flatlands I come from. When you’re used to everything being as flat as a pancake, because that’s what’s happening in most of the Netherlands, driving in the hills is a slightly different ballgame. The first thing I noticed is that my car responds differently to going up a mountain compared to descending one, which is the most basic physics. However, for some reason, it startled the Dutch operating system in my brain, which has no software installed dealing with elevations in its environment. This was my baptism of fire. My first time driving abroad on a different terrain. At the beginning of the trip, I felt slightly anxious. I was about to expand my comfort zone. I tried to plan, analyze, and sort out all possible scenarios in my head. I wanted to impress my mother and sister with my driving skills. I was a bit worried about the Belgian roads that are notoriously bad and about not understanding the traffic rules of our Southern neighbors. So, I was driving and driving, passing the city of Eindhoven, crossing the Limburg province, toward the border when dark clouds, thunder, and lightning began to appear all around us. It was raining cats, dogs, Democrats, Republicans, and Eurosceptics. I could barely see the driver before me, let alone check what was happening a hundred meters ahead. My baptism of fire became a baptism of lousy weather and a ridiculously chaotic highway. I remember that that moment pushed me into the present. I had no choice other than to ignore all discursive thoughts and drive. I stopped trying to drive well and just drove well without even intending to drive well. This sounds paradoxical because it is. When my desire to drive well ceased, I actually began to drive well. What started as this overanalyzing galore of desperation became an effortless and unexpectedly delightful experience. Mountain sights and curling highways came and went; cars and trucks overtook me, and I overtook them as if we were bees, a swarm sharing a common conscience, almost as if something greater than ourselves diligently orchestrated the spectacle of traffic driving between Liège and Namur. Oh, and the Belgian roads were pretty good, especially in the Ardennes.