A lot of books, articles, motivational speeches and others have been written about this, but I think most of them miss the point by far.
Intention behind this blog/journal was very simple at first – just start writing. Being in such a weird place where life dictated most of my decisions, and my schedule was dependent on external factors, rather than my own plan, was exhausting.
Wow, yesterday evening got me good. I feel like I was about to get hit by a truck, but instead I jumped the long cliffy slope and tumbled down the rocky and bushy stretch, just to land under the stampede of furious bisons.
…someday, yes, but most likely not in any unusual way that some media try to convince us.
We didn’t have any specific plan for today, and it shows. Half of it was spent on things that I can’t even remember and when eventually we were ready to do something, we didn’t know where to go.
Yesterday was an exhausting day, that’s for sure. Wake-up at 5:30AM, 3.5 hours drive to Dublin, full day of meetings (fortunately some of them got cut short, and I was able to facilitate that saved time to write the blog post at work). Then there was event that I (un)gracefully injected into the title -…
I arrived safely to Dublin. Not that anyone cares, just stating the fact. It was a gloomy ride, weather was rainy from the start, and only got worse until I passed, Virginia, when it started clearing a bit, to finally be sunny in Dublin.
The storm is coming again, or rather a stormy day as I call them. On these days I have an increased risk of not fulfilling my objectives in regards of routine of writing and podcasting.
Why did I mention about that hike, and such a distant day like Monday, while we are already into Wednesday? For two reasons…
…the topic was our Sunday trip and experience in northern part of County Donegal. But let’s start with Sunday morning, which was quite an early wake up if you compare my usual Sunday ones.