_________ in 2016

Thursday, December 31, 2015


If you saw my room throughout college you'd always come across this childish list written on at least 4-6 pages of printer paper taped together and scribbled on in colored marker. It was my to do list I'd make on New Years Eve and one of my favorite traditions. As the year passed I'd cross of the tasks and goals completed and when friends, and sometimes acquaintances, would come into my room they'd read my list. There were always a few chuckles and gasps at my list and always keeping people entertained.


Back in high school, one of my best friends introduced me to one of my favorite traditions that goes hand in hand with my new years lists. For those of you who have known me the last 7 years I've had "themes". Well, it all started with my friend Alyssa - I can't even remember what her theme was the year she told me about it, but I instantly loved it. I already loved making pages and pages of new years goals and tasks and this was just the perfect addition. So that is where my yearly theme was born. For those of you who may not have seen my themes in the past, here's my themes from the past 7 years.


BEING BOLD in 2009
RECKLESS in 2010
SOPHISTICATED in 2011
AUDACIOUS in 2012
LIMITLESS in 2013
RESTARTING in 2014
AUTHENTIC in 2015

Every year my theme really seemed to stick, but this year I seem to be a little stuck. So that is where I'm turning to you all for some help. I'm just looking for suggestions, words, adjectives that you may think describe me etc.

Twenty-Five

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

This is what 25 looks like folks! I fell over into powder while trying to take a picture. Did my coach come over and help me up? No - first he grabbed my phone and captured me at my finest. 



I thought I was exhausted and then as I laid down to sleep I watched this video that my sister made for my birthday and I started to cry. A good happy cry of course, but nevertheless tears were coming down my face. Watching that video all I could think about is how joyful my 24th year of life has been. So I'm going to recap my year in 24 lessons I've learned this past year. This year really has held so much growth for me it's crazy to see a list of all I've been learning. A little less than a year ago I started this blog and really started writing again. Writing again has helped heal my soul - crap I think my period is going to start soon because I'm doing that silent cry where your body shakes and the tears roll. Now when I say this year has been filled with so much joy and growth that doesn't mean I haven't experienced sorrow or frustration. But for starters here's the rockin' video my sister made:

CHOOSING Forgiveness

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Last week I spoke in church for the first time since moving here. Now don't get me wrong, I've spoken PLENTY on my terms and about what I wanted to share. But this time was different I was given a specific topic to speak on. Not only was I given a specific topic, but I knew I had to share my personal experience with forgiveness, even though it was a painful and extremely personal experience. Although I didn't want to share, I knew it was what I needed to share. As I spoke, it only reconfirmed that I had genuinely found forgiveness. I felt such peace and confidence speaking once again confirming I shared what God wanted me to share. Some may remember just a few months ago when I blogged about my anger and frustration. This is one of the many reasons I love journaling and writing things down - you get to see progress and change. *These pictures are from my anniversary rappel & are not photos from the night of my accident. 



November 8th, 2015
FORGIVENESS

When Brother Olsen called me to give this talk I hung up the phone in tears because I instantly knew what I had to share, what God wanted me to share. Even though I didn't want to share this all publicly I knew it was a message He wanted me to share, even if it was hard for me. Forgiveness was a concept I was familiar with doctrinally, but never acquainted with personally, that is until my accident.

For those of you who are unaware of my situation - I was in my junior year, as a student-athlete at Utah State University, when I was involved in a rappelling accident. I ended up falling 80-100 feet resulting in paralysis from the waist down, along with multiple other broken bones in my spine, legs, feet, ribs and other injuries and complications. From Cougar Cliffs I was life-flighted to Las Vegas where I underwent 10 hours of surgery, 3 ½ months of inpatient rehabilitation & years of healing and rehabilitation. In the past I’ve been private about the details and specifics of my accident.  But time and time again I’ve been asked what happened, what went wrong? I’ll be honest, I have my typical responses to appease and avoid actually answering these questions. I’ve struggled all week with what exactly to share with you all up here because a lot of what I’ve learned these past 3 ½ years has been very personal.  Very rarely, almost never, have I shared this publicly, and even then I do so very carefully and respectfully. From the first day of my accident I owned my role and responsibility in the events that transpired, but my accident was a result of the negligence of another.



Early on after my accident forgiveness came naturally. During my 18-week hospitalization my whole demeanor was loving, forgiving and submissive. Through this accident and rehabilitation the Savior took me by the hand and tutored me. He taught me lessons I could have learned in no other way. I could spend hours talking about the personal lessons I’ve been taught, but today I will just focus on what He has taught me about the principle and concept of forgiveness.

As I said, forgiveness came naturally at first.  There was no question of whether or not the individual would receive my forgiveness it just came naturally. There was neither anger nor resentment for the negligent actions of that night.  But as years passes some things changed and other didn’t. Most of the feeling and sensation returned to my legs while the motor and muscle function remained limited. I made my way through wheelchairs and body braces to walkers and leg braces to what you see today. Though years have passed, the ramifications of my accident are still very present and something I live and struggle with every day. From the moment I wake up and try to get out of bed I am constantly reminded and live with the consequences of that night.

My grieving process was much more delayed than those around me expected. Years later when I began to feel anger for the first time, I knew I needed to forgive. My feelings at the time aligned with those of C.S. Lewis when he said:

“Everyone says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.”

Forgiveness sounds like this beautiful and redeeming concept – and don’t get me wrong it is! It is through Christ and His Atonement that makes forgiveness and repentance possible. Often times we think of repentance and forgiveness together - and of the two repentance sounds like the more painful process. But I’m here to tell you that although forgiveness is a beautiful redeeming concept, it can also be a painful soul-stretching process.

After forgiveness stopped coming so naturally, I had to learn what it meant to truly forgive. I had to work at it; there was no one single moment when forgiveness rushed over me and I felt it was done. It took time and hard work, but most importantly it took faith in my Savior and His Atonement. If I could summarize what I learned about forgiveness in one sentence it would be this:

I learned that forgiveness does not change or lessen the severity of this sin or wrong-doing, but it increases our faith in Christ's Atonement.

It is because of the Atonement that all can be made right. It really doesn’t matter what happened or who is at fault, but no matter what the Atonement covers it and makes it right. I love this quote by James R. Rasband:

“When we refuse to forgive, what we are really saying is that we reject or don’t quite trust the Atonement”

Sister Marriot, in this last General Conference, also touched on this topic when she said:

Your resentment diminished your progress and damages your ability to have healthy relationships. You can let this go. Oh it is hard work – we may feel quite justified in our animosity – but yielding to the Lord’s way is the only way to lasting happiness. In time and by degrees, we receive His gracious strength & direction.”

When we hold on to grudges, hurt or resentment we lose sight of our faith in the Atonement. No amount of money or punishment can compensate for my accident and what I have gone through since then. I don’t understand how the Atonement can compensate for the 1,336 days I’ve lived without running or the neuropathic pain and constant muscles spasms I’ve faced. But I’ve learned that in the end it doesn’t matter because when we refuse to forgive what we’re saying is that we don’t trust in Christ’s justice, mercy and Atonement.

There was another principle I learned through Bishop Williams, who lost multiple family members to the recklessness of a drunk driver. He said:

“Forgiveness is a source of power. But it does not relieve us of the consequences.”

Even when I worked hard and found forgiveness in my heart, it did not relieve me from the consequences of the accident. I was still paralyzed, I still couldn’t run, but the Savior had healed my heart. I now understand what it means to come before the Lord with a broken heart.  And it wasn’t until I chose forgiveness that I could feel total peace in my life. I love what James E. Faust said and how honest he was when he said:

“We need to recognize and acknowledge angry feelings. It will take humility to do this, but if we will get on our knees and ask Heavenly Father for a feeling of forgiveness, He will help us.”

I love how Elder Faust reminds us that we need to recognize those feeling, and that it is okay and when we need help in difficult situation for Heavenly Father to help fill our hearts will forgiveness. I can testify that if you pray to Heavenly Father for help if you are struggling with forgiving another or even yourself – he will help you. Elder Faust goes on to say:

“It is not easy to let go and empty our hearts of festering resentment. The Savior has offered to all of us a precious peace through His Atonement but this can come ONLY as we are willing to cast out negative feelings of anger, spite or revenge. For all of us who forgive ‘those who trespass against us’, even those who have committed serious crimes, the Atonement brings a measure of peace and comfort.”

What I love most about the gospel of Jesus Christ, is His Atonement. Not only can the His Atonement provide forgiveness for our sins, but it can also provide strength. Whether that strength is strength to forgive or strength to bear our burdens, it is through the Atonement that it is all possible! As I said before forgiveness does not lessen the severity of the sin or wrong-doing, but what it does is INCREASE our faith in His Atonement. I know that I am not perfect and have to repent time and time again and the Lord forgives so willingly and lovingly. Although we are not perfect, we can strive to offer the same forgiveness to others as Christ does to us.


My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

To summarize today in one picture it would be this:


Now to understand my day today there's going to be a bit of jumping around. I knew I had this MRI scheduled for a couple weeks now. I've had less than a handful of MRI's in my life - all of them being after my accident of course. 

What's the point?

Sunday, October 25, 2015

The words of a Bing Crosby song have been replaying in my head tonight as I once again have struggled to sleep. Of course it's sung in my all-time favorite Christmas movie, White Christmas.

"When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings"


So here comes one of my late night tangents. One blessing I've been oh so grateful for is to find passion for life after my accident. Before my passion was running, and pretty much running alone. My life revolved around it because I love it so much. Now after after my accident my passions stretch much further than just running. One passion that has helped me immensely is mountain boarding and cross country skiing. 

I moved back to Utah to pursue a career in Child Life, which turned out to be a dead end. And so in the mean time I've questioned where my life is supposed to go and what on earth I am doing. But I can honestly say I needed to move back to Utah not to pursue a new career path but to find passion and love for life again. I also have some of the most incredible doctors and medical professionals here and with all the recent surgeries and procedures it's exactly where I've needed to be. 

I AM NOT A SURVIVOR

Sunday, September 20, 2015

I listened to a TED talk by Debra Jarvis, and it instantly struck a chord with me. When a talk, book, article or conversation inspires me I get real introverted, and then I blog. Well, this TED talk really resonated with me. She started off  asking what three things would you share about yourself that define you as a person and help others understand who you are. And it got me thinking what three things I would share to really help someone understand me.

1,280 DAYS

Saturday, September 12, 2015


There is something magical about fall and running. I don't know what it is, but it's the perfect mixture of crisp autumn air, and the crunching of leaves beneath my feet that creates this magic. This weather seems to heal my soul, while at the same time bringing tears to my eyes and an ache in my chest. I miss it again, running that is. It hurts more than ever during the fall. My legs and body yearn to run free in that magic crisp air. 

Two Goods & A Bad

Monday, August 31, 2015

When I was 21, I went through an identity crisis. People talk about quarter life crisis' and other life crisis' but this is different. I'm talking about a complete loss of self. I've talked about it before but looking down at my swollen, lifeless, cut up and bruised legs in the hospital, I wondered what was left. I wondered who am I, what am I without running?  If I wasn't a running, rock climbing, adventurous college athlete, who am I?


I was literally stripped of everything I thought my identity was, actually I was literally stripped too, and given a classy looking hospital gown, but that's not the point. Most people never have to strip off all the layers they cover themselves in and look themselves in they eye and face who they truly are. We cover ourselves and our true identities up with our careers, the sports we play or enjoy, activities we spend our time on, clothes we cover our bodies in or the hair color framing our faces. But none of those are truly apart of your identity. It may be what you do or what you look like, but they are not who you are!

My Angels

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

I believe in angels, both here on earth and in heaven. And I'm fortunate enough to have two in my family. My mother is one of a kind, anyone who knows Kaaren loves her - she's a hoot. That is literally the best way to describe any experience with her, she's just a hoot.



"There are few things more powerful than the prayers of a righteous mother."
-Boyd K. Packer-

"You're Cute, You'll Be Okay"

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Over these past three years I've heard it all. Comments that are flat out idiotic, all they way to some of the most genuine and sincere compliments. Now I won't dive into them all because there are far too many. But there's been one reoccurring comment that's been constant through the years.

When I went back to school I saw a physical therapist up in Logan for pain management. There was a fellow patient I crossed paths with quite often. He would always say to me: "you're going to be okay" or "things are going to work out for you". I never really knew exactly what he meant, but I would always laugh it off. One day my physical therapist told me that she asked him what he meant every time he made those comments. And he told her something along the lines of: she's cute she'll be okay, someone will see how pretty she is and they will take care of her. But all I heard was good thing you're cute because if not no one would want a girl in a wheelchair and walker.



Just the other day a fellow asked me why I used the board I was on, he didn't realize I was paralyzed. And once again the conversation ended the back-handed compliment of you're cute so you'll be okay.

The more time that passes the more people I meet that never knew me before my accident. The Brittany in a wheelchair is the only Brittany they know. They've never known the reckless, adventure-seeking, energetic girl. Sometimes I wonder when people meet me if they think I've been in a wheelchair my whole life. Not that it really matters, but I experienced 21 years of life with full-functioning legs. I've run thousands upon thousands of miles. I know what it's like and now I live every day in a body that feels foreign to me.

Have Courage & Be Kind

Wednesday, July 22, 2015



Would you believe me if I told you that girl in the picture suffered from MDD? Okay, maybe not in that picture, but a few years down the road and one paralyzing accident later. Alright, I already know I'm going to have a major vulnerability hangover after this post and that is one of the many reasons I've been putting it off for so long. So if I don't respond to messages and such for a few hours or days, you'll know why. This quote definitely sums up this post:


Before my accident, running gave me confidence. I found peace and joy in running. Running made me feel strong and invincible. But that is not where the Lord wanted it to come from. He wanted that confidence, strength, joy and peace to come from Him.

I've briefly touched on this topic in previous blog posts, but never really got in too deep. Recently I've started sharing these more personal experiences with youth groups. I thought I was honest and authentic before, but lately I feel like I've taken it to a whole new level. Some how every time I speak it turns out completely different, but lately I've been sharing not only about my physical challenges, but also my emotional and spiritual battles with grief and depression. It wasn't until yesterday that I knew I needed to write it down. 

Faith Not To Be Healed

Monday, July 6, 2015

It's 2 A.M. and here I am awake, but that's not out of the ordinary for me. For those of you who are well acquainted with spinal cord injuries, or with my injury, know that muscle spasms and sleep can be difficult. Now I'm not going to blame all of my sleep problems on my injury because as I look back over the months and years before my accident I realized I was pretty terrible at it over the years. But there have been many restless nights because my legs, affectionately known as Mo & Jo, decide they want spaz out for 3 hours straight.


Just throwing in some random pictures of life lately.
Anyway, I'm awake and figured if my legs wont let me sleep then I might as well be somewhat productive. Lets see if I can sort my thoughts clearly enough to make sense of this post. People ask me all the time: are you going to get better? are you going to walk again? or some version of these questions. Sometimes I don't mind answering them, but other times I hate these questions because I really don't know the answer. I don't want to sounds negative but right now this physical trial is one that the Lord sees fit for me to continue to endure, it's not something I see going away any time soon. I've developed the faith not to be healed, and I don't mean that to sound negative, but it's truly how I feel. That's not to say the Savior can't heal me, it's just that it is not His will at this time. Will it ever be in this life? I'm not sure. 

O My Father

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Where to even begin. There's so many directions my mind is racing. Life has been quite busy lately and I've been sleeping less and sleeping in more than I have in awhile. But there's too much to catch up on so I'm just going to focus on my Earthly and Heavenly Father in this post this Father's Day.


In honor of Father's Day I'm including one of my favorite church songs. This video was filmed in one of my favorite locations, Tony's Grove up Logan Canyon. During my four years of college at Utah State I traveled up to Tony's Grove quite a bit. Sometimes for hikes and picnics with friends but I went there much more than anyone knew. I'd drive up and run around Tony's Grove when I needed time to think and process and pray and talk to my Heavenly Father. When I had decisions to make or looking for guidance I'd drive to Tony's grove. And so in honor of Father's day and it being Sunday here's a tune for you to enjoy about our Heavenly Father.

Fizzle Price

Saturday, June 13, 2015

I'll be the first to admit it - my brother and I weren't always close. But I think going to the school at the same college for 3 years helped. We are quite different In high school I felt like it was always a joke for his friends to say "Braden'ssssss Sisterrrrrrr", like I didn't even have a first name. I always refer to my brother as Braden, but to friends in high school and college he was Fizz, or more affectionately known as Fizzle Price.

Over the years our relationship has grown, but there was one moment for me when it all changed. And there's even a snapshot that captured that moment for me.



Finding Peace

Saturday, June 6, 2015

If it wasn't obvious in my earlier post, I've been struggling with forgiveness lately, and a bit of anger and all those other really fun feelings. I realized it was because I felt like I had never received closure and the apology for the neglectful and wrong actions from the night of my accident. And it made me feel like a terrible person. Over and over I'd try to suppress and ignore the thoughts telling myself that I shouldn't be feeling that way and that I should be above feeling anger anger, frustration etc. But I realized I needed to acknowledge those emotions and that it was totally okay to be feeling this way, and that it didn't make me a bad person. I also came across something that has helped me find peace and the apology I was seeking for closure.

Often times we think someone has to apologize, in order for forgiveness to be possible. But as I said before, forgiveness does not lessen the severity of the sin or wrong-doing, it increases faith in the atonement. And that is exactly where I'm at, but finding this message made me feel as though I received the apology I was looking for. I just never saw it because it was posted right after my accident while I was still in Las Vegas in ICU. So here is what was said, so for those times when anger resurfaces I can read this and remember, although it didn't feel like I got the apology I was looking for, this post helps me find peace. This was actually posted publicly initially and so that's why I feel it's okay to post again. The online post read:

The Power of One

Sunday, May 24, 2015

What difference can one life make?

Sometimes we may feel small and insignificant in this giant fast-paced world. But multiple times this weekend I was taught about the influence that one person can have on the lives of those they touch and even those they never met.

First off, I headed up to the Fisher Family property in good 'ole Oxford, Idaho. As I woke up at 6:30 I wondered if it'd be worth the drive up, especially as it started raining, and then pouring, during the drive up. But man, I am grateful I did. First off Oxford was my great-grandparents farm in a small, and when I say small I mean there are two streets in the town small, town over the border in Idaho. I mean we're talking . Literally I missed my turn and before I blinked I was passing the "Come Back" leaving Oxford sign.

Well, I got to visit with some family, go on a mountain board ride only passing one care the entire time. And Cooper got to run around free for awhile and get very, very muddy. On my way out of town I stopped by my Grandpa Fisher's grave. He's been gone over ten years now. As I sat with Cooper by his headstone the air was clean from after the rainstorm, the grass was green and everything felt so peaceful and perfect. The kind of perfect peaceful I only ever felt while running.

Oxford Cemetery at Grandpa Doug Fisher's gravestone

Life Lately

Saturday, May 9, 2015


Today was one of those days. One of  those days where my legs yearned to run free and in rhythm with my feet beating against the pavement. I miss it. I've learned that weather is a trigger for me, there are certain temperatures which take me back to particular long runs or canyon adventures. And today's temperature was one of those triggers. I can't put my finger on which run I was having flashbacks of, but my body ached to run free. I can't fully describe the yearning I experience. It's like I remember these runs like they were yesterday, and yet at the same time there are moments where it seems like it's been forever since my legs have been free. I begin to wonder if I remember what that free running feeling is like.

But then those trigger temperatures hit and it's like a slap in the face, I remember. I remember the humid air, the cool spring breeze, my feet rhythmically pounding, my breaths in sync with my beating feet. I remember, and I miss it. These days come quite often, but they always pass. But lately they seem to be more often than not, and I'll be honest it's been really hard.

Forgivness

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

"Everyone says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive."




How right C.S. Lewis is - man he seems to nail it every time. I always thought I was a forgiving person; and I thought that I was good a giving others the benefit of the doubt etc. Being raised Christian and being raised in the LDS church, I had been taught about forgiveness and repentance throughout my childhood and into adulthood. 

It was a concept I was familiar with doctrinally, but never acquainted with personally - until my accident that is. And even then, early on, forgiveness came naturally. During my 18 week hospitalization, my whole demeanor was loving, forgiving and submissive. But that wasn't reality, that was just the beginning. I had no real idea of how this injury would affect me for the rest of my life, and the struggles and emotions I'd be facing in the months and years down the road.

when He left me

Friday, March 27, 2015

GOTCHA - I bet you clicked on this link thinking that I'd be talking about past relationships or some drama like that. Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm not talking about break-ups. The "He" that I'm talking about in the post title is capitalized because I'm referring to my Savior, Jesus Christ. Just wait, I'll explain.

Actually, the night of my accident I was physically left alone for quite some time. After the impact of the fall everything was fuzzy and I couldn't breathe. I guess that makes sense though; I had just fallen 80 plus feet and so the wind was literally knocked out of me, leaving me literally breathless. After receiving a blessing, a type of prayer given by my friend, everything was clear. I don't remember a word spoken in the prayer, but from the moment he said "amen" and on I was completely aware of the situation - where I was and the pain I was experiencing. Both good an bad I guess, I can remember my accident, but also the pain experienced. Once we felt I was stable enough, he had to hike up and around the cliff front, leaving me completely alone. Honestly I have no idea how far he had to hike, but I was left alone for awhile. After falling 80 feet, shattering bones in my legs and feet as well as my back and severely burning my hand, I was left alone at the bottom of the cliff. It was necessary though to receive help, we had no cell phones on us and no way to call for help down at the bottom of Cougar Cliffs.

Part of the hike up and around the cliff.

Mammoth Lake: Blonde & Blind

Tuesday, March 17, 2015



First off, to understand this blog title you have to read all the way to the end. Well, it's been a crazy few days, but due to some sleepless nights I've had time to update my blog about my crazy anniversary weekend. Also that first photo is not mine, but I forgot to take a picture of the sign along the street on the way in to Mammoth Lakes that quoted John Muir: "The mountains are calling and I must go." How true it is, I've said it before, but I find nature and the mountains to be some of the most peaceful and healing places. 


Originally, I was scheduled to fly out to Mammoth Lakes, California on March 12 - the official date of my accident three years ago. The initial plan was for a friend to take me to the airport at 5:30 am. But right before I crawled into bed around midnight I got a text message telling me my flight was canceled. The alternate flight would take over 12 hours to get there including a five hour layover - bleh. So after looking up the driving directions, making a few phone calls and texts - I decided to drive. I called my sister, who surprising called me back - that's somewhat normal for a college student though. But turned out she had midterms and no one else was awake to answer my invite to drive out. So I decided I didn't want to wait, my car was already all packed up to head to the airport in 5 hours anyway. 

Three Years

Friday, March 6, 2015

Every day we make choices, sometimes these choices  barely seem to make a difference and others affect us for the rest of our lives. Almost three years ago, I made a choice. I made the choice to pick up my phone and agree to go rappelling. That decision has affected me every single day for the past three years and will continue to affect me for the rest of my life. Along with the topic of decisions I love what Thomas S. Monson says:







The reason I share my thoughts publicly is because I feel like the life lessons I've been learning apply not only to my physical injury but to many other aspects in my life - and perhaps they can apply to your life currently or help you find healing in your past. For those of you who know me well, know that I hate technology and am not an open personality when it comes to personal matters and emotions. And this blog is the total opposite of that - not only am I sharing my thoughts and emotions, but I'm doing so through technology and the internet.

I've said this before, but this blog started as a place for me and to keep track and record my thoughts and experiences both current and past. I've been amazed by comments that I've received. Most of them have not been shared publicly. There have been numerous friends, acquaintances, and strangers who have called, texted and sent private messages about how they've related to a post of mine. And so that is why, most of the time, I continue to post publicly - even though it goes against the Brittany I was before my accident. Now I'm not an open book, there are still a lot I've chosen not to share publicly, but for the most part I've chosen to be open, honest, and vulnerable, in hopes that my words may help someone else who may be struggling with the "why me's" of life.  

Letting Go

Sunday, March 1, 2015

There is a big difference between giving up and letting go. Giving up means selling yourself short. It means allowing fear and struggle toilet your opportunities and keep you stuck. Letting go means freeing yourself from something that is no longer serving you. Giving up reduces your life. Letting go expands it. giving up is imprisoning. Letting of is liberation. Giving up is self-defeat. Letting go is self-care.
So the next time you make the decision to release something or someone that is stifling your happiness and growth, and a person has the audacity to accuse you of giving up or being weak, remind yourself of the difference. Remind yourself that you don't need anyone's permission or approval to life your life in the way that feels right. No one has the authority to tell you who to be or how to live. No one gets to decide what your life should look like or who should be a part of it. No one, but you."   -Danielle Koepke- 

There really is a big difference between giving up and letting go. I'm not giving up, but I'm learning to let go of my life before, to let go of running, and to move forward. I'm not giving up on running I'm just refocusing my goals and being realistic, while still pushing myself. I remember my first reevaluation back at the Hospital six months after my accident. While inpatient, I had a very rigorous schedule, I was told every hour of the day where to be and what to be doing. And every week on my schedule I had an appointment with Dr. Lester Butt. Yes that's his real name, and you know what, he's even funnier than his name.


Dr. Lester Butt & I back at my reevaluation

"Beautiful People Don't Just Happen"

Thursday, February 19, 2015


First off, I'm going to start to include my current favorite songs on these posts, so if you want music while reading then scroll to the bottom and check out my current favorite "As We Ran" by the National Parks.  Alright so back to this post, my friend, Alyssa gave me a picture when I got home from the hospital with this quote printed on it, the picture is back at home in Naperville, so the actual picture and quote won't be posted here for awhile. Now I appreciated and loved the quote, but I don't think I fully appreciated the depth and meaning of it at the time because I had only begun to experience the loss and sorrow. It wasn't until after facing my darker days and come out stronger that Imore deeply understood and appreciated the quote.




We live in a society with an emphasis on physical and outward beauty and youth, but the most beautiful people I know are not the one's with flawless skin or the perfect waist band.
The most beautiful people I know are beautiful from the inside out,
they are people who are 

authentic and genuine

vulnerarble and brave

broken and beautiful.

Clear Eyes, Full Heart, Can't Lose

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

For those who recognize the title of this post, yes, I'm a big time fan of Friday Night Lights. To my surprise when I first started watching the show the main character, Jason Street and I shared a similar bond, paralysis. What I love most about the main phrase of the show is that it mentions nothing about their physical strength - it's all about character and heart. Truly with clear eyes and a full heart we can't lose. I could go on and on about FNL, but that was not the purpose of this post.


"You were chosen not for your bodily characteristics, but for your spiritual attributes, such as bravery, courage, interigity of heart, thirst for truth, a hunger for wisdom and a desire to serve"
- Russle M. Nelson-


This is probably my current favorite quote. What a beautiful reminder that we are more than our bodies and physical attributes. In a world where we judge ourselves and others so quickly by appearances, here we are here reminded that we were not chosen by our bodily characteristics. 

Now, I've talked about my grieving process before, including the grieving of my old body. Now, for the most part, I don't look like a spinal chord injury, if I'm not in my wheelchair. In fact, there have been many, many times where people would come up to me and ask "knee surgery?" or "how long are you on crutches for?" The list of questions go on and on. I even get the occasional questioning of disability, "you're not paralyzed" or "you're too able-bodied to be here". And even the occasional child at the grocery store, "you're not a grandma", those are always funny. 

Before my accident, I may not have had the perfect body, but it allowed me to run, climb and explore and do the things I  enjoyed; and for that I loved it. My legs have not completely atrophied, since I'm able to weight bear and walk some, but they still are not the same toned legs and normal looking feet. Arm crutches, wheelchairs and braces don't make the cutest of accessories. And when it comes to shoes, that's been a whole new struggle, one of those struggles they didn't prepare me for in the hospital. They taught me how to manage curbs and how to care for myself, but I wasn't prepared for the change of wardrobe and lowering self-esteem I would face.

Before & After. Accessories featured : jewett brace, wheelchair, compression socks, moon boots & foley bag all courtesy of Craig Hospital. Fashion striped top- The Loft, and bball shorts Utah State University Track & Field - incase you thought this was a fashion blog 

Endless Abilites

Monday, February 2, 2015


A picture my brother captured during the interview http://vimeo.com/117846035
I'm sorry, but where did January go? I had this whole post typed up and I ended up deleting it all, so I'll try to make it as good, but I kind of lost motivation after it was all deleted. But here we go again...

First off, I want to give credit where it's deserved. And this group of guys deserve every bit of credit I can give. This group was filming a documentary called Endless Abilities and during their trip out to theWest Coast they stopped at Craig Hospital during my first few months stay there in Denver. They started on the East coast and made pit stops across the country and visited different amputees, SCI and others with disabilities. Throughout their journey they filmed their encounters and adventures and when they came to Craig Hospital we sat down for an interview.

Running this Race & Being Content

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Alright, I have so many journals and so many incredible experiences, and this is going to be my place to put some of my favorites, or most memorable thoughts, experiences and past journal entries.

This experience happened back in fall of 2011, my last cross country season I competed in at Utah State. It was at regionals in Provo, Utah, after a fun filled, healthy season. We'd been everywhere from Arkansas to Hawaii and probably my most memorable season at Utah State, not just because I was healthy but because of how much fun we had, and how dearly I loved my teammates. Did I mention how much fun we had?

But back to regionals in Provo, my family happened to all be there in Utah for my race, but during my race I kept hearing my name being cheered by people other than my family, there were so many spectators at this race that when I looked I couldn't always see who it was cheering my name. As the race came to an end and I crossed the finish line I  was greeted not only by my family, but by old friends and extended family that I didn't know had come to my race. It was such an awesome experience to have people cheering for me all along my race, encouraging me and pushing me along. But after this cross country race I had one of the most meaningful revelations or realizations, "ah-ha" moment, whatever you wish to call it.

The Real Red Band Society

Thursday, January 22, 2015

So the other month, I was super stoked about this TV series that was starting called Red Band Society. I watched the preview, or whatever you call the first episode, the pilot. We'll just say I was extremely disappointed, I didn't expect it to be perfectly realistic, but this show was unreal. My nurses told me I had the most decorated room they'd ever seen, and my room was put to shame by this shows top-of-the-line patient room decorations and design. So, I thought I'd give a little insight into what it was like to be a patient in a hospital for almost 4 months. I know only the "best" pictures were posted early on but I'm excited to share and gather together pictures and videos of what life was really like, the less glamorous version, the real version. I just want this is be a real non-"facebook world" insight into life. Honestly when I was going through it all I was on so many drugs I could have never covered it all and kept up. I'm just now 2 1/2 years later finding time to sit down and write about it. I want to have it all in one place that I can keep forever, lets hope the internet doesn't disappear or crash.

First off this is the infamous first picture that was posted and everyone thought "oh she looks great" little did they know it took so much effort and perfect timing to get that picture. Let me tell you, I didn't look as good as the "facebook world" made it appear.


But this is what life really looked like, and even then there are no pictures of the first five days in ICU... lots of sleeping, medications, wound bandages, drains and greasy hair. Even when I was awake I spoke with my eyes closed most of the time. 

Substitutions

Monday, January 19, 2015

Have you ever substituted an ingredient in a recipe, you know when you're trying to make that cookie recipe a little healthier? Applesauce for butter or oil, often times the substitutes are noticeable or they just don't taste as good as the real thing.

I used to think that frozen yogurt was the American substitute for ice cream. I used to think it was so dumb, if I want ice cream, I want the real thing, all 500 of those cookies n' cream ice cream - or however many calories it may be. Then, I tried frozen yogurt for the first time. And you know what - I liked it! It was then that I realized it wasn't terrible it was just different. It had different flavor for a different craving. Frozen yogurt isn't meant to be ice cream, it's its own thing, and quite delicious with the right combination of toppings.