Last October I unveiled my new website with plans to roll out a campaign for my coaching services.

Two weeks later, I landed in the hospital for ten days and then went to rehab for almost five weeks. Luckily, I was home before the holidays, so I was able to celebrate and adjust.

During that time, I occasionally stared into space wondering, as David Byrne would say, " How did I get here? ”.

Other times I thought about the actions I needed to take to get back on track.

Sometimes you think you know what to expect and then things get upended. That’s life.

This summer, I had cataract surgery, a common procedure many folks I know have had: “The colors are so bright “ & “I love that I don't have to wear glasses to read”.

The morning after my first procedure I removed the protective shield from my eye and looked out the window. My new eye saw a bright blue sky with white puffy clouds. My cataract eye saw the scene washed in a dirty yellow gray film. I was shocked and overwhelmed. How was it that I had not known how compromised I was?

Thinking I was seeing clearly, when clearly, I was not. I felt shaken.

While this was specific to my sight, I wondered what else I could not see and what changes were coming.

Was it possible for me to adapt and adjust?