An emergency colostomy was not on my to-do list.

Within a few years of one another, I sold my company and became and empty nester. Up until that point, like a suitcase that wouldn’t close, my life spilled over with purpose. Then, suddenly, I no longer had to wake up early for flights or stay up late to sniff my teenagers’ breath for alcohol. Marginalization leapt from deep within my pocket of fear and jolted me into a frenzied search for meaning.