Move Like I Mean it.
I move not to “fix” anything, but to feel better in my own skin. Walks with a podcast, gym on rainy days, dancing in the kitchen when it’s all I’ve got.
I used to think movement had to mean a long workout or hitting a certain number of steps, but I’ve learned that even ten minutes can change my mood. One humid August morning I tried to force a run and quit halfway through—it felt like punishment. That moment reminded me movement should feel good, not like a chore.
Now I ask myself what kind of energy I need. Sometimes it’s slow and steady, like a neighborhood walk while catching up on a podcast. Other days it’s playful, like turning up the music and dancing while I cook dinner. Rainy days might take me to the gym, but even then, I keep it simple. The point isn’t perfection—it’s presence. Every time I move, I feel a little more like myself. These small routines have become part of my healthy fall habits.
