I had it all worked out and planned, lectures were scheduled, "To be at my Best" workshop was selling, my first book was being translated in to foreign languages and my second book was already on the editor's desk. My schedule was full of meetings for the coming month, and more… then, on a Saturday afternoon ride with friends, doing the thing I love to do the most, it happens – I crashed my dirt-bike.

At the very first second on ground, I thought that I'll pick myself up in a minute and stand up, but my mind already knew, this was not another ordinary harmless fall. This time it hurts, bad, everything happened in slow motion, my leg turned in a direction it's not supposed to and I could feel the bone breaks during the fall, and in another direction when the motorcycle landed on top of me. All I could think of was "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" This isn't real, it's not happening to me, my girls are waiting for me to pick them up, we are invited to dinner with friends in the evening. This can't be happening to me! Not now! Well, it did.

We all know the say "Man plans, God laughs"- boy was he laughing now.

As I laid on the ground concentrating on breathing, the ambulance my friends called arrived for evacuation. I was giving instructions on the ambulance, screaming in the emergency room, it was only on the way to surgery I allowed myself to cry.

I had goals, ideas, targets, all integrated into an organized work plan. No! I am not going to spend the next few months in a wheelchair, physical therapy, check-ups at the hospital, dressing the wounds while desperately trying to understand, how to take my coffee from the kitchen to the living room while pushing my wheelchair. Between pain killers and devastating cry of frustration, I had to understand. Why is this happening? Why me? What good can come out of it? And what lesson am I supposed to learn from this? Could it be that bad things just happens? But more importantly, how do I get over this and still remain true to my personal calling? It took some time, I felt guilty and frustrated experiencing a total loss of control in the months to follow, only control freaks like me will understand why imposed "time-off" is no fun; why the fact that others are doing everything for me did not make me happy. The total loss of independence was awful. I am the type of person who doesn't ask "What will happen?" I make it happen. I don't ask "What shall I do?" I decide how to do so. That's me, calculated, organized, updated and I decide for myself what will happen, when and how.

I felt guilty by the fact that I was injured on a dirt-bike outdoors in the fields. I didn't get hit by a car or on the road, I didn't slip in the bath, fall down the stairs, stumble on the sidewalk or a ladder didn't fall on top of me (in the orthopedic ward at the hospital, one learns all sorts of stupid ways to break body parts). Riding dirt-bike is my passion. I love to ride with close friends on my free time, and I crashed. I didn't choose to get injured, But I chose the dirt-bike and the sense of emotional transcendence that came with it. I chose this. In many cases, when we choose to have fun and do things for ourselves, it is accompanied by sense of guilt. I decided that I'm allowed to do so. I am allowed to choose one part in my life where it's only me. A single place where I am not a life coacher or a therapist, I'm not a mother nor a wife, I don't have to hold no one's hand or wipe their tears. I don't clean. I don't have to do anything, I don't ask others to do and I don’t work. I just ride. And O-M-G do I love riding! I am allowed.

I didn't choose to be injured, but if I am to get injured, at least it's while doing something I like – dirt-bike, where I allow myself freedom, indulge and take care of myself, love myself. Like rock stars who wishes to die on stage or mountaineers who prefer to die at the top of the mountain. That's what I prefer, if I was destined to get hurt, it better be on the motorbike (or underneath it), rather than on the street, in the bath, on the stairs, sidewalk or under a ladder.

During the long recovery, I got countless emotional and heartfelt emails & phone calls. Family and friend, past and present students of mine, people who attended my lectures and seminars, people who read my books or columns, All wanted to cheer me up. They told me how I influenced their lives, they talked about their success and how they are living their personal calling or on the way towards it. They wished for my quick return to work. These lovely people really helped me a lot. They helped me rise above my self-pity, replace the harsh feelings and give way to actions. I decided that this accident, that forces me to take a break, physically forces me to sit down, keeps me from running around from one meeting to another, from a lecture to a workshop, is allowing me to pause, examine, think about the components of my CALL, and it enables me to write the guide to find your personal calling: Capabilities, Areas of interest, Life experience and Life dream. My life experience and many talents, my desires and the vision I have for my life, which composes the unique singular individual that I am.

The timeout I received enabled me to organize the knowledge and experience I have gained in recent years, organize it, return to the amazing success and other stories that inspired me and make it all into a practical method called life architecture, with a very specific milestones and steps, so you can also navigate your way and find your personal calling to create a practical work plan for your success.

I look forward to writing your success story together with you.