An Irish stout in an Irish pub with some Irish music played by an Irish lad named Twohey.
Though I have no plans to travel to Ireland anytime soon, my mind is filled with all of the adventures I will have on my upcoming trip to Cape Cod. Close to home, yes, but still different to what I’m used to. New places, people, and experiences. Sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, sunrises and sunsets on the beach, and throw some lighthouses in there too. Plus a full day in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, which will culminate in a poetry contest celebration at a local brewery there.
I’ve been struggling with a battle between myself and burnout lately. Taking on too much, as I often do, but becoming aware of it before it turns into a problem. These travel plans are perfectly timed. A week with no phone or computer, no work. Just exploring and creating.
Solitude. Quiet.
And that Irish pub was the perfect place to let my daydreams run wild…