I arrived in Cashel, the City of Kings. The road to Cashel was a time of reflection.
The miles have become easier each day, and my mind is no longer focused on the physical demands of my journey, instead my thoughts have turned within.
In many ways, I am not the same person that began this trek. The road has molded and shaped me to survive, and at times, I feel a stranger to myself.
And while this trek has come at great personal sacrifice, I feel in my heart of hearts, I’m exactly where I belong.