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Day 11 of the Ireland road trip 🇮🇪🚗

Tuesday was one of those days that felt equal parts frustrating, humbling, painful and beautiful all at once.

I hurt my back trying to get Bumblebee 🐝 over a doorway lip at the Airbnb because I thought I could “just do it myself.” 😅

Spoiler alert:
That was not my finest decision.

For a moment I was folded over the scooter unable to move while a kind stranger came to help me 🙏

And honestly… it shook me.

Not because I’m broken.
Not because everything is falling apart.

But because my body is forcing me to become more honest about my limitations instead of constantly pushing through them.

That’s a hard lesson when you value independence so much.

But throughout the day, people kept appearing at exactly the right moments 💚

Helping me with Bumblebee.
Finding accessible routes.
Checking I was OK.
Sharing stories.
Offering kindness.

One of my favourite moments was having lunch with Eileen, a 90-year-old widow in Adare 🍲✨

Still driving.
Still independent.
Still living.

We shared stories over Irish stew and she reminded me that life doesn’t stop just because the body changes.

By the evening I arrived exhausted at Mount St Joseph Abbey ⛪ where thankfully everything turned out to be accessible and I finally got to rest.

Yesterday reminded me that strength isn’t always about pushing harder.

Sometimes it’s about slowing down…
being honest…
and allowing support in.

Still learning.
Still adapting.
Still doing it anyway 💪💚

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An hour into my journey… and the low oil light comes on 🚗⚠️

Not exactly part of the plan.

There was a moment where fear knocked -
“You could panic now…”

I didn’t.

I made a call.

Found a solution.

Accepted help from kind strangers.

And yes… navigated a very real “I need a wee NOW” situation in a layby 🙈

This is the bit people don’t always see.
Living with limited mobility.

Figuring things out on the go.

Adapting constantly.

It’s not always graceful.
But it’s real.

And I’m still doing it.
Still travelling.

Still saying yes.
Still living.

That feels like a win 💛

I almost didn’t go… 🧡

Heavy legs. Low energy.
A very convincing bed.

And a long list of reasons it felt easier to stay exactly where I was.

But I went anyway.

And that one decision didn’t just change my evening…
it lifted my energy for the whole week ✨

My second Pocket of Positivity - Loving Life No Matter What column is now live in the Rugby Advertiser 📰

This one is about those moments we all have -
when we’re waiting to feel better before we act.

But what if it works the other way around?

What if the action comes first…
and the feeling follows?

If you’ve ever talked yourself out of something…
this one’s for you.

DM me for the full article 😁

And tell me…

Have you ever had a moment where you almost didn’t go - but were so glad you did? 💭

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I nearly didn’t go.

New venue. No lift.

Easy excuse.

But my speech was called “Never miss an opportunity to speak.”

So… I had to live it.

And I’m SO glad I did 💛

Electric atmosphere.
Brilliant people.

So many new faces.

And I came home with my cup FULL.

The lesson?

The thing you’re about to skip…

might be the thing that fills you up the most.

Today was a reminder that we’re not meant to do life alone 🤍

Jo came round and in 90 minutes we had shelves up, Sophie’s picture on the wall 🐾, the hoovering done and the bins sorted ♻️

There’s something so comforting about having someone capable and willing to just get things done 💪

Afterwards we went for lunch, mooched around charity shops.

I treated Jo to coffee and cake to finish ☕🍰

Support feels good.

Kindness feels good.

Interdependence is a beautiful thing ✨