They'll never be "the right moment or the right time"

Every day I’m reminded of something I learned the hard way: if I had listened to the doctors and accepted that wheelchair as my future, I’d still be sitting in it. Nothing changed because I waited for the “right moment.” Everything changed the moment I decided to try — shaky, unsure, and nowhere near ready. Rebuilding didn’t start with confidence. It started with choosing the next moment in front of me and refusing to let it pass.