09/12/2026
This has been my view for the last 3 weeks.
Did I know life was going to hand me this? No. Not even a little.
Yours truly tripped back in January. I didn't fall, I just took a couple of big steps, and somehow that was enough to tear the lining in my hip. Repair didn't happen until August, and once we got in there, it was worse than anticipated.
So what I thought would be 2 weeks on crutches and back to regular life in a month turned into 6 weeks of no weight bearing on crutches and a return to regular life in about 4 months.
If you've met me, you know slowing down is not in my vocabulary. Whatever life throws at me, I get back up and carry on.
This has been different.
I was given no choice.
Honestly, I had a tantrum with God. What was I supposed to do with this? I had plans. I had goals. I had things I wanted to accomplish.
His answer, ironically, was rest.
"You've been going too hard for too long."
I couldn't argue with that.
Full days, short nights and long lists of things to tackle have been my norm for several years. Has this completely stopped me? Well, no. I am still me, after all. 😋
But it has forced me to pause and reflect on the direction I'm going and, more importantly, how I'm doing what I've been called to do.
For a while, I felt pushed, rushed and chased. Like if I could just check the right boxes, accomplish the right things and do enough of what I "should" be doing, success would follow.
That's not what I'm being called to.
I'm being called to help people.
If you've ever worked with me, you know that's what I try to do to the best of my ability. Somewhere along the way, I had lost sight of that and how I was supposed to do it.
Maybe this pause was necessary.
So here's to another 3 weeks of healing, learning to slow down, and figuring out what comes next.
One day at a time.
