Trip 2015-16. Day 90. Ireland. Ирландия

My friend told me the other day that when her sister was dying she cried and said "I never got to be me. I never got to be me". And I immediately remembered what I heard from another woman in completely different circumstances also somewhere in Ireland...


Go home and tell your husband
Go home and tell your kids
Go home and drop your burdens on the floor in a pile of the laundry
Tell them who you are, who you were, who you could be...

(© Tina Pisco)

The more I stay in Ireland the more I realize how damn lucky I am to allow myself to be me.
And that's why it's time to move on now...