Overall, I got good sleep on my first night in Dublin, although the bed was a little too soft and I awoke earlier than the 7:42 am alarm I set. After some preliminary and self-compulsive phone checks, I did take a pause to sit still for a few moments, recite an intention statement I had composed last year when working with my life coach Karlita, then practice some deep breathing… I...
Dublin arrival
My flight from Newark to Dublin arrived just a tad bit late, thanks to an uncooperative (and drunk) passenger who refused to wear a facemask. We had already left the gate waiting for takeoff when the pilot made an announcement that there was a “mechanical issue” that required us to taxi back. The pilot, by the way, was an American woman… one of the few I’ve ever had on a flight. After the...