One year ago today, on a beautiful, sunny morning, I took a step in my yard and slid backwards down into a 3 feet deep hole (dug by my dogs) that swallowed my leg and snapped my femur in two places. That moment will be forever embedded in my memory. And today, during a matinee performance of the play I'm in, as I was joyfully doing the charleston backstage, I flashed on all of the pain I endured, and all of the baby steps it took me to get as far as I've come. Finally, after one year, I'm wearing high-heels again, skipping on-stage, and dancing.
If you've never had a serious accident, you might think I'm overdramatizing because you can't relate. (Just like people who haven't lost their parents can't relate to what it's like to be a member of the parent-less club). But as a member of the "Broken Femur Victims Unite" group on Facebook, I know there are others out there around the world who can relate.
I was talking to someone a week or so ago, who was telling me about his recent broken bone, and he made the statement, "it was just the break I needed." "Wow," I said. "What a great pun." And I started reflecting upon how my break created a great break for me too. It really shook up my routine. It decimated my habits, and I've been developing new ones. It slowed me down. It made me think. I discovered the generosity of friends and acquaintances. I discovered that I could enjoy just laying around. I re-discovered the absolute importance of daily exercise. I started a blog. I got back into acting. And now, in retrospect, I'm really grateful that I got to have the life-altering experience of breaking my femur.
So, I'm celebrating my anniversary today, doing the charleston! And every year on March 6th, I'll give thanks and congratulate myself for my resiliency, and my sheer determination to rise above a hugely challenging situation. Both of my parents would be so proud.