click now It is funny to me that the crutches in my closet started to literally be my crutch! Every day when I opened my closet to get ready for the day the big orthopedic bag of supplies welcomed me with the reminder that it is eleven years since the accident and I still creak when I take a step and that I cannot wear the three inch Nine West pumps that would look great with my dress. Propped in the corner of the closet the glimmer of the steel crutch catches my eye as I remember the months I spent leaning on them. Until this past weekend when I opened the closet and the first thing I looked at was the new waterproof backpack my husband bought me to use on our newly found hobby of kayaking. When my eyes deverted to the ortho bag and crutches I realized they were simply taking up space on my shelf not to mention the space in my mind. Those things no longer define me – they simply hold me back from trying to redefine who I am. I am not the woman who survived, nor am I the woman who can’t do because of physical limitations but rather I am the woman who no longer needs crutches and who trys new things and never says “I cant”. I am defined by my will to do.