A Reroute

January 22, 2026

I hate it when I’m cruising through life—

energized, excited, building momentum, having fun,

and then I walk into a hospital for what should be a common medical procedure, something meant to help secure the next chapter… and it doesn’t go as planned.

One minute you’re fine.

The next, you’re lying on a table, breathing deeply to manage the pain, bracing for completion—only to hear the doctor say,

“I’m sorry. This isn’t going to work. We can’t do it.”

So now my body is in shock from being poked, prodded, and injured.

And my brain is left grappling with the disappointment of a plan that suddenly needs to be rerouted.

I knew I’d need to be gentle with myself today.

I thought I had planned for that.

But after multiple attempts to complete the procedure,

both my body and my brain are having a harder time than I expected.

So I took the day.

I rested more than I thought I would.

I nourished my body.

I let myself slow down without judgment.

We’ll try again tomorrow.

Can't wait.