Waking up after a night on the tiles can sometimes bring an unexpected clarity to life. Nobody likes a hangover, nobody wants a hangover but they exist and have to be dealt with.
Lying there this morning I realised I was not entirely happy with my lot. I was not doing what I wanted to be doing, and why on earth would anybody choose to live like that when there are alternative choices, namely choosing to do the things you want to do, things that make you happy.
Eureka.
In the shower, down to the hotel lobby, breakfast consumed and out onto the road home. My family, my home and my dreams beckoned. The raised beds needed to be made and my fruit patch needed to be, well yes, it needed to be created it wasn’t just going to appear in the field.
Lesson learned. The consequences off some of my actions take me further from my dream. I need to choose wisely what I do.
Field to Fork Ireland 