Today I write. I type one-handed with my non-dominant hand. Today is Righty, day 6: Six days after falling and breaking my hand.

Today I see the trauma surgeon. Those two words scare me separately and together. Now, I take in a deep breath, feeling the pit in my stomach and acknowledging that yes, this is happening. Something I don’t want.

Today, I begin a discipline practice of writing. Despite my one-handedness which is slowing down my usual pace, yesterday I opted into a writing challenge: 20 minutes, 5 days a week for 20 days. The accountability of a writing support group trumps my disability. Far trumps it. And, writing the word disability exposes the limiting belief that “I can’t” or “I shouldn’t” because of my hand break. Do I really need to sit around and rest for 8 weeks? NO. 

“Unanticipated and unforeseen events in life have a supernatural ability to wipe clean all but what is most essential. Energy and attention become concentrated on that.” This thought came through me like a laser beam earlier this week. 

This injury is creating a shift. It’s helping me to swiftly reorganize my priorities, to gain clarity on what is most essential and most important to me right now and to do that.