So it seems as though my disability has brought me full circle–for a week, I have been relying on a mobility aid–a cane. I figured I would need one eventually, however, I thought I would at least hit age 30 before I would have to go through this sort of reliance again. The good news is that I’ve come to terms rather quickly that I need it and my acceptance of the cane being a part of me is something that I have been preparing for years so I’m about 90 percent of it being in my life. The other 10 percent I can deal with. For me, it’s better than a wheelchair or a walker–both I am all too familiar with. Here’s to accepting the things I cannot change.