It was just an ordinary Thursday morning. I had my coffee in hand, my to-do list ready, and a head full of stress. Work deadlines, personal expectations, constant pressure — I was drowning in it all.
Then, I received a call.
My best friend had been in an accident. Nothing fatal, thankfully, but serious enough to require surgery and months of recovery. I spent the next few weeks by her side, helping, supporting, and simply being present. During that time, something shifted.
For the first time in years, I paused. I looked at my life, not through the lens of productivity, but through the lens of presence. I realized how little I had been truly living. That accident, while terrifying, was the wake-up call I didn’t know I needed.
Now, I don’t measure my days by tasks completed. I measure them by moments I feel — laughter shared, sunsets watched, and people I love. That moment changed everything.