#Braindead; #Wakingup; #Donegal

Easter Sunday represents the day of re- birth, washing away sins, the end of denial, and a beginning of stuffing your face with Easter Egg chocolate.

The Magician and I drove up to Donegal, for a sneeky weekend away at a little Sleepy Hollow campsite near the Errigal mountain. I’m not kidding when I say I’ve wanted to get out to Donegal for over a couple of years. Especially since it won the coolest place to be in 2017 by National Geographic. Its difficult to beat that!

Its a long drive out from Dublin, taking almost 4 hours through winding roads across increasing dramatic landscapes. Eventually your rewarded with a long view of the glittering sea, under troubled dark grey clouds. The Magician and I kept our tradition of him directing me, as I would continually get my left and right turns wrong. Sparkling deep conversation titillating us to think more about what ‘work life balance’ is? And slowly just being drifted further into ‘wow’…. ‘ah just wow’

20190421_112654After arriving late into the afternoon, we immediately set up our tent and chilled. Eventually making our way to the local pub (unbeknownst to us, its the home of Enya and Clannad). Listening to a locals strumming away whilst we tucked into Orchards Thieves cider. Stumbling back to the tent, I had, what I can only describe as the best nights sleep I’ve ever had in a tent. Enjoying the simple fact the campsite doesn’t allow kids. People would think that this is wrong, and unfair. But, to put it simple, kids are beautiful, fun, and delightful to watch. They are, however, annoying at 5am, when I want to sleep. Or irritating when parents tell you to be quiet at 8pm, because they’re precious lami-kins (who’s going to wake you at 5am) needs their beauty sleep.

After waking and having a deep conversation on the ethics and drivers to be vegan (why wouldn’t any one be?!). We set off in serve of more adventure, eventually landing at the Sliabh Liag cliffs. Walking up through the mist, we eventually gave up trying to see the impressive cliffs and just enjoyed the views over the bay. As we strolled down the dirt path, a thought hit me. I’m so glad I woke up. Saying this to the Magician, he immediately started talking about Dolano. But that wasn’t what I had meant. I’m so glad I woke up to life. When my ex and I were married, life happened to me. I was just simply a passenger. And you can see these passengers everywhere. They have kids, they don’t know if they want. Go for jobs because they pay well, because they’re meant to have a nice life. In a moment of immense change, I woke up. I started to ask myself what I liked to eat. No longer just eating to simplify to what someone else wanted. I asked myself if I enjoyed my job, and still wanted to pursue living in the US.

Everything I thought I wanted in life was because I was a passenger. Watching the scenery through the window. I didn’t interact with anything. I was utterly dispondant to the world. I didn’t relate to anything. Only a perception on what I should be.

Yes, going to Dolano woke me up. But getting divorced lead me to question my life. Question what made me happy? What did I want.

20190421_183146We ended the day tumbling through sand dunes. Giving me wonderful memories of my travels with my ex- husband. But I’m so blindingly grateful that I’m not asleep in alife with him anymore. That I woke up, that I continue to wake up, that I’m in my driving seat now.

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elizadavies

I can come in many labels, many boxes, a divorcee, survivor, traveler, writer, optimist. But these labels only limit me to who I am at this point in time. But as you will read on my blog, I am my journey. I hope you will enjoy walking this path with me.

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