15/05/2026
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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