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  • Writer's pictureLauren Lefkowitz

The Moment Everything Changed

A thing happens that makes us think, "This is the moment everything is changing."

A job offer. A wedding. Adopting a dog. Crashing a car.

That thing feels like a starting/ending point - the corner is turned, the lightbulb goes on...everything will be different now.

But sometimes, the moment that ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’” isn't the moment that ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’” ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ.

For me, breaking my shoulders (in my own home, slipping in my socks chasing a Roomba - funny story) was a moment that everything changed.

I learned to ask for help (with things like pants and eating), accept where I was (nursing homes, then confined to home...which actually feels familiar now!), and be willing to let things happen without me (family events, work things, friend stuff).

As a chronic hand-raiser in work and life, breaking my shoulders felt like a literal call to action to stop raising my hand.

I didn't.

Instead, feelings of guilt for needing so much (energy, help from others, time off work), combined with a compulsion to contribute (make up for lost time) had me doubling down, hand-raising even more.

Until one day, when I hit the moment that ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’… ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ.

And I realized I wanted more.

What will your moment be?

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