By the Time You Read This…

…I’ll be a stranger in a strange land.

That’s right, I’m in Ireland. I’m writing this post on Wednesday, but I’ve scheduled it to publish at exactly the time that my plane sets down in Dublin.

This trip is unlike any other I’ve ever taken. The only planning I’ve done is buying a plane ticket and booking a hotel (a castle hotel, no less). I’m also going solo on this trip. I’m trying to stretch myself, step outside of my comfort zone, and give myself the freedom to grow. Sometimes you need to leave your every day life and all the patterns and habits and distractions that go along with it to move forward.

That said, it’s a little scary. I’m excited, but I’m also nervous. It hit me tonight that solo means solo. I’ve flown solo plenty of times, but this is the first time that no one is waiting for me at my destination. It’s freeing, but it’s scary.

I’ll be gone for about a week, and I’ll write about my adventures when I return. Unless, that is, I get swept up in an Irish gypsy bareknuckle boxing ring and have to fight my way home. That’s a distinct possibility.