Back in August we had plans to go to Galway, but with the LOKdown, that proved impossible. And so, began the long distance that so many of us are used to once again. In order to help us through this next lockdown we began to plan a trip we could runaway to as soon as it was lifted. Now, in all honesty it took a very long time for us to settle on a location or hotel. As we had gone to Bray just a couple months prior we were reluctant to go straight back to Wicklow. But, I’m glad we did.
I had seen that trend on TikTok of owners ‘painting’ with their dogs. I decided today was the day. Playing some good music, I grabbed a square canvas, some of my pastel paints, a ziploc bag and peanut butter and got to work.
Looking after my mind with a gentle curiosity. That’s what self-care is to me. A fundamental part of life that I have always strived towards, yet only recently have managed to truly make time for. The concept of self-care, taking the time to look after ourselves in both body and mind, it’s a tougher challenge than it appears on paper. It has taken years for me to ever manage to get and stay on this path.
Waking up to find my body being used for somebody else’s pleasure should not be an experience so many of us share. The fear of the look in some mens eyes, a look of hunger, lust, too many of us know exactly what I am describing. It’s terrifying.
I am bored of not travelling. Ireland is a beautiful country. But being confined to a five-kilometre radius is exhausting. The most exotic part of my weeks is the new queuing system Tesco has set up for their self-service checkouts. But, I am also bored of being bored. I have decided to stop focusing on what I can not do and instead on what I can. So without further ado, I introduce a new feature where I share my nostalgia for past travels and dreams for my future ones.
I have been quite reminiscent lately, as we all have really. One year ago everything has been so different. For me, it has been one year since I last really seen my granddad. One year since I sat by his bedside and held his hand while he sang to me. Jim Reeves was his favourite most recently. Every weekend I would make my plans around seeing him. I would look forward to our time together, always saddened when time was cut short due to work.
I do feel that my college experience was especially tumultuous, but maybe I am just being self-centered with that mindset. However, the past few days and weeks I have found myself reflecting on the past four years, and to that I felt that the best way to process each individual year would be to write about it.
I am currently in the process of making a documentary as part of college, and I chose to do mine on consent. Obviously this is a major issue worldwide, and has been going to forever, so I wanted to do something in order to help combat this problem.
Last Sunday, I woke up late. I had 30 minutes to get up and make the train to Dublin for this years Women’s Mini Marathon. I rolled out of bed, had a couple sips of tea, threw on the leggings and t-shirt closest to me, and ran out the door.
Last night, at 4:15 am myself and a few others from work walked our town as the soon began to rise to help break the stigma and raise money for Pieta House.