The great big reset


 To say I have been overdue a holiday is understating things. I have been edging towards burnout and a break has been badly needed. I had some time off over the summer but it ended up not being much of a rest for a number of reasons part of which was the fact that I was on the cusp of realising I was autistic but not quite there yet. So I was experiencing a lot of issues other autistic people face but I didn't have the vocabulary or context for what I was going through and this had a knock on effect in other areas of my life. Looking at those months with hindsight it is blatantly obvious what was going on.

And so I planned a break so I could unwind, relax and maybe just restart my brain as though it was a tired old computer. I gave myself a long weekend to do regular things and then five days in Wexford because apparently I am like an ailing victorian woman who has been prescribed sea air and rest.

I set off Monday in torrential rain, a rain so heavy the road disappeared. Not my ideal driving conditions by any standards but I was determined to get myself down and settled by the sea and so I bravely drove on. The heavy rain brought floods to many areas meaning a detour was necessary and I still ended up driving my car through flooded roads and pretty much crossed my fingers that my car would make it through intact. It is fair to say it was a fairly stressful journey and If I hadn't needed the break setting out, I felt fairly sure I had earned it by the time I reached the door of my new home for the next few days.

Since then operation reset has begun and there have been no more dramas since I unpacked unless you count the fact that in the year since I was last here I have apparently forgotten how to light a fire. I did bring some emergency sensory items that now travel by my side but it seems that in an environment where I have full control over the lights and noise that I have little need for them. I can't remember the last time I have had this little sensory overload for a prolonged period of time. I have exactly the right amount of sensory input, a goldilocks level if you will.

The aim overall of the trip has been to do a number of things. Just clear my head, destress , enjoy some peace and quiet and indulge in some of my favourite things. These include reading, watching shows, walks, collecting seaglass and taking some scenic photos and if I can minimise interactions over these few days then all the better.

so far I am nailing it. I have been reading and relaxing. I have been out in all weathers. I have collected lots of seaglass although I will always want more. I have been out walking and gotten some lovely photos and I have managed to not speak to another person since before I drove down here on Monday.

The overall plan is to do more of the same over the next few days before dragging myself back to reality Friday. I think my head will be all the better for it. I know this is not regular life and that will resume soon enough but for now I'm staying in holiday mode 

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