I don’t lead a multihypenated fast-laned life. That’s fine as life in the slow lane suits me well. However when life slows to a pace that would, in comparison, make a snail’s progress look like a Usain Bolt sprint, that’s not so good.
I lived the first few months of this year at just such a hyper slow lick. The drab weather made, unless I had to, not venturing out too much or too far a comforting option. Especially if a log fire was blazing merrily in my recently installed wood-burning stove. But with that semi-hibernation came a sense of being in a rut and I knew I needed a jump-start to start to recharge my flat batteries.
Such a jump start came from a trip to Kenmare. I journeyed there at the end of February to see and have lunch with my aunt who was about to celebrate a milestone birthday. Because I had commitments bookending my trip I needed to drive down one day and back the next leaving me with a mere twenty-four hours in the town.
I enjoyed seeing and catching up with my aunt and also my cousin, who was home for a visit. There wasn’t time for much else although I did manage to fit in a walk around the town and to spend a soul restoring fifteen minute at Kenmare Pier drinking in the scenery. Oh, I also sampled coffee in three different establishments! My favourite taste-wise was a take away from Puccini’s bookshop.
I thought I would find the there and back in two days’ trip tiring. I didn’t. Now while I am broad agreement with Winnie the Pooh’s advice not to: “underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.” However, I think, sometimes you simply have to Do Stuff. Because sometimes doing stuff, especially if it’s different stuff, lifts you out of ruts and routines and is re-energizing. And so it was with my trip to Kenmare.