Seán Canney has been something of a “time fortunate preferred” rural seeing that he Lucky changed into appointed Junior Minister with Responsibility for Flood comfort simply over a year in the past. But he would not put it like that.

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Last iciness changed into free of the principal flood activities that have blighted many parts of u. S . A . In recent years.
“I would say that u. S . A . Turned into fortunate,” Mr. Canney said and warned in opposition to complacency.
“The truth is we can have floods. We might not have any other food for five or six years however that doesn’t suggest we shift our attention on what we’re doing.”

A first-time TD, it turned into a coin toss last 12 months that saw him take at the Office of Public Works (OPW) quick alternatively that his Independent Alliance colleague Kevin ‘Boxer’ Moran. They transfer locations next month, a system he insists is going on smoothly.
Mr. Canney lists a report €52m spend on flood defenses, the signing of contracts for numerous flood relief schemes and the creation of an upkeep plan for the entire Shannon basin as his highlights of the yr.

He said he has “no regrets” about his time on the OPW, a wide brief which additionally blanketed dealing with State lands and countrywide historical past sites like the Skellig Islands – a ‘Star Wars’ filming place – and which Mr. Canney introduced the outlet dates for the remaining week.
The address ‘Boxer’ will see them swap returned once more this time subsequent 12 months, so the Galway East TD may well be around to set some extra of the 27 extra deliberate flood schemes in action if the Government lasts that long.

Mr. Canney turned into amongst a slew of rural Independents elected to the Dáil final yr amid dissatisfaction at the previous government’s record within the areas.
Is he assured the present day Government is doing enough to avoid claims that it isn’t always giving rural regions sufficient attention the following time the country is going to the polls?

“I think so… If this Government gets the time it deserves, it will supply,” he said, pointing to the Action Plan for Rural Ireland, broadband roll-out, plans for metropolis and village renewal, and Clár funding for small-scale capital projects amongst different measures.
He stated such schemes are essential as they create an incentive for groups in rural Ireland.

“People do not want everything. They just want sufficient to ensure they are able to place greater with it themselves… So the groups have become an honest crack of the whip,” he introduced.
He thinks the Government may want to final two or three greater years as there’s “no urge for food” for an election.

Mr. Canney started the Independent Alliance can avoid the fate of smaller agencies who have been worn out by using the voters after serving in a coalition through keeping its integrity and delivering on what it has promised.
Mr. Canney denied the continued saga of the Fine Gael management is distracting from the paintings of the Government.

He said he attended a Cabinet sub-committee on rural Ireland chaired by way of Taoiseach Enda Kenny final week and “all people is absolutely focused”.
“We have a task to do. We’re getting on with it. That’s an inner depend for Fine Gael. They’ll address it each time they address it.”

He said that during his view Mr. Kenny’s legacy may be “the resilience he is proven” in leading u. S . Out of the financial disaster.

Asked if he becomes dissatisfied that it seems the next taoiseach may not be from the West, he stated that it has been “a source of pride”, however, factors out President Michael D Higgins also hails from the vicinity.
Mr. Canney will assume Mr. Moran’s position as assistant authorities whip subsequent month. One issue of the OPW quick he has loved has been developing a plan to promote the numerous castles and Stately homes it owns.

Kilkenny Castle was given a lift in that regard ultimate week whilst it turned into visited by means of Prince Charles. Mr. Canney changed into there to witness celebrity hurler Henry Shefflin instruct the heir to the British throne in the artwork of the % out.

“He put the ball in the net but as I stated to him, I don’t know if it’s amateur’s good fortune, but he needs to practice a chunk extra before he will be able for the Kilkenny team.”

Time, My Healer

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I discovered why a heartbreak is called exactly that on a Wednesday afternoon in September. All it took was six words to fill my world with immense physical pain; my heart stopping for a moment, my heart dropping into the soles of my feet, my heart breaking into a thousand pieces inside me.

His words and the way they brought me to my knees on my bedroom floor still haunt me today, almost four months later. Triggered by the subtlest sights and inconspicuous smells, I replayed that day over and over in my wake and in my sleep, looking for answers in the past, picking at the scabs of the wound and refusing to move on.

Time dragged on in what seemed like forever, and the days blurred into long nights as winter crept its viscous fingers through the cracks in the doors. I lived monotonously, completely devoid of life. My friends and family urged me to move on, to forget, but I was too comfortable being miserable; the pain in my heart made me feel alive in a way that I had never felt before. Was I really capable of feeling this way? Was I that raw? That human? I knew what love was, but desolation?

And when everything else is gone, are we left with nothing but anguish?

The ache shadowed my every move and eventually became my friend. I nurtured it with tears and nightmares and confided in it with my darkest thoughts until it grew into something stronger than any other force I have ever encountered -self-love. And it wasn’t until my ex’s name was brought up in a random conversation two months later that I realized that I hadn’t thought of him for an entire week.

My heart was beginning to mend its broken pieces with a little bit of help from time and pain, and I found myself fully immersed into ‘project me’ where I was figuring out what I wanted, and most importantly, my worth. The next few weeks felt like laying in a meadow, watching the clouds contort into different shapes as they passed by, and giggling as the soft breeze tickled the hair on my arms. I was still tender, but my heart was beating again; I could hear it pulsating in my ears and I could feel it vibrating in my wrists. I was alive. The worst was over, but was it really that bad? Had I not come out of it a stronger woman?

My four-year relationship came to a sudden halt, and with it,

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shredding the blueprint of a future I so badly wanted to share with someone I truly cared for. The memory of it still sends shivers down my spine in the same way tremors continue to shake the grounds after an earthquake, but with each shudder, I am reminded of how invincible I am. I am no longer moved by sad songs, nor do I tear up every time I go to a familiar place – I have finally set fire to all our memories because holding on to them was only causing more pain.

And so, as I sit here, writing and erasing and rewriting my thoughts, I realize that the healing process is far from over. Some days are easy, but others are equally hard; the yearning I have to reach out to him, to hear his voice, to see if he is okay cradles me every now and then, but I remain steadfast in my pursuit of self-fulfillment. And if I have to carry a fractured heart in my chest, a heart that is too afraid to beat for anyone else but myself, then so be it. Break ups are never easy, but with time, and most importantly, a grieving process, they become more bearable until we ease into an improved version of ourselves. We may never feel the same kind of love again, but that doesn’t mean that it won’t’ be better, more fulfilling, more nourishing.

I read hundreds of articles on how to cope with break-ups and at first, they seemed recklessly written and juvenile. Time will heal, be patient, it’s time to focus on yourself. They bombarded me with notions of deluding myself when all I wanted to do was lock myself away and cry until my blood ran dry. But now, looking back at my journey I realize that every word I had read was absolutely true. I had to be patient and trust in the inevitable course of time passing.

Like sore throats and fractured bones, broken hearts heal too. And although it leaves behind a more permanent scar, the wound becomes an opening into the most beautiful parts of us. There is a time for pain and, in return, a time for healing.