As I woke up in the hospital bed post surgery, after crashing my motorcycle the day before, I felt it in my CORE.
No, it was not pain I felt. It was calmness and belonging. There is no way for me to describe this feeling of simply knowing. This was a different kind of waking up. I simply knew nothing would ever be the same and at the same time I knew amazing things are coming. I had no idea how, but I just knew.
I knew my career in healthcare was now over. For over 16 years I dedicated my life to creating programs that drive behavioral change, in order to improve health of individuals, groups, companies, states, nations. I was very successful at what I did. I created worksite wellness programs, chronic disease management programs, programs for future parents, programs promoting health and wellbeing, healthy lifestyle programs, behavioral health programs. I loved what I did, I had fun, after all, I was an executive for a major insurance company and all of Norther California was my responsibility. That was now, no more.
As these life changing shifts always come with 3 major "wake up" events, I was also going through a divorce. 14 years we were together. That was now, no more.
My whole world, everything I have known, everything I have been for a very long time, everything I have done, now was gone. Still, I was alive. I was here! I was awake. I was wide awake!
I remembered the kid I was in the 90s growing up in Sarajevo. A soul that survived the longest siege in the history of modern warfare. Young adult, forced to grow up really fast surviving snipers and shelling on a daily basis. A refugee in my own home town, as my home was in the occupied territory.
I am a person that lived through years of no electricity, no gas, no water, no food, all in an active war zone. I just added a divorce, abrupt ending of a successful career and a motorcycle accident where I almost lost my life, again, to my life story. What am I going to add to the story next?