This spring, I faced that question more personally — and painfully — than I ever expected. After a hip replacement, I experienced a sudden dislocation that stopped everything in its tracks. 

Before everything shifted, I was moving through life at a familiar, though imperfect, rhythm — balancing more than my share of responsibilities. I was determined to exceed my physical therapy milestones, prepare to return to work, coordinate my mother’s care at the nursing home, and plan for my holiday travel. I was stretched, yes, but I knew how to manage “stretched”. Like so many of us, I found a cadence in the chaos.