Today, I’m choosing transparency.
I hate slowing down. I’m not good at being still—and if I’m being honest, that probably played a role in what just happened.
I re-broke my foot.
Yep… back to the CAM boot, the flamingo stance, and the knee scooter.
I had just gotten back to “normal,” and then this. When the doctor told me, I cried right there in the office. For someone who prides herself on being put together, that wasn’t exactly my finest moment.
This wasn’t part of my plan the first time—let alone the second. But here we are.
And here’s what I’m (re)learning:
Rest is necessary.
Not optional. Not something I earn after everything is done. Necessary.
I tend to stay in motion—doing, pushing, going—and ignore the signals to slow down. That mindset has gotten me into trouble before… just never quite like this. Maybe this time, the lesson will stick.
Accepting help is not weakness.
I am fiercely independent. It’s served me well—but it also makes it hard to receive.
People show love through action—meals, groceries, showing up. Those things matter. And maybe accepting help isn’t about losing independence, but about letting people be part of the healing.
My thoughts aren’t always telling me the truth.
When I need help, there’s a voice that says I’m less capable, less put together.
But I know—deep down—that’s not true. Still, it’s hard when your head tries to convince your heart otherwise.
There are still glimmers of light. ✨
This isn’t ideal—especially with school picking up—but it’s giving me unexpected time. More time with my family. More time to focus. More space than I would’ve ever chosen for myself.
I’d love to say I’ve mastered these lessons… but clearly, I’m still learning.
And maybe that’s the point.
Fearless at Heart 