And so I find myself back in the beautiful city of Cork January 2013 having left 14 years ago August 1998. I must say, it doesn’t feel like I’ve been gone 14 years. It’s as if, the last 14 years were my journey back to home where I can now pick up where I left off and begin again. Only THIS time, I have ‘matured’ (Ha..to be seen) and have MOST of the tools I need to survive, (Always room to keep learning), enjoy the beauty of the little things that life has to offer, be satisfied with less and see the humour in everything. I have found the key to my wellbeing is finding humour in everything and always focus on the positive of any situation you may find yourself in. Try it. It really becomes contagious and draws in more positivity around you which is a wonderful feeling. Don’t you LOVE those belly laughs you had as a kid, where you almost couldn’t breathe you were laughing so hard, and it was usually over something so simple? I have had more of them in the last 4 months than I can remember..why? because I set myself free, stopped the worrying, the wondering, chose to take a step off the fast train life can move us on to and just be. I, my friends, have taken a “sabbatical” as in, not earning money via employment and given myself 6 months “off” to revisit my roots, re-kindle old friendships, write, travel, re-energize and see where the next wave of life takes me. It’s all about forward motion with zero expectations.
This decision was not made overnight. It was a build up of a sequence of events which will be covered here at some stage, but not necessary to get into now. The true clincher was my last trip home to Cork to see family October 2012 and when I returned to Seattle, for the first time in 14 years I actually felt homesick. Now THAT is a strong emotion. I decided to listen to it.
Worth mentioning here also, is an aging aunt who is 93. Now, this aunt of mine is not a typical 93 year old. She is very with it albeit has been dying daily since January 2012 and has no problem telling me so as I would phone her for my plans to visit. A typical conversation might go like this (Emphasizing some words in capital letters and bold as she does have a little deafness..at times..*ahem*) :
“Oh, you’re coming home? WHEN? OCTOBER? What month is it now? August? ohhh..that’s a few months away yet…I’ll try and last till then so”
Another priceless moment (which aided my decision to come to Ireland for my “sabbatical”), was after my return to Seattle from the recent October trip, and I phoned her to see how she was doing.