Medical conditions are never welcome, but sometimes they have unexpected positive consequences. I'd be interested in whether others have had this experience. Why? Because it is inspiring to hear how others have turned this lemon into lemonade. My story is that I had to give up squash in my early 50s when I developed paroxysmal AFib. I take flecenaide daily and feel I'm walking on egg shells trying to keep my heart steady. Squash is a game I love and played for over 30 years. It was part of my identity, and still is. However, in hanging up my squash shoes and reducing stress levels I now have the time and mental space for pursuits that were previously in the background as something "I might take up in the future." Once I stopped squash, I took the time to pursue writing, and it turns out I get great joy from writing based on personal experiences of childhood, adolescence, family and friends. I've also slowed the pace of my work (and, paradoxically, my productivity has increased, perhaps because I am less stressed), and I'm more grateful for each day. Yes, it's a hugely difficult transition, but sometimes the life changes prompted by AFib can be a gift.