Movement isn’t just something I do—it’s a lifeline. It’s my way of pressing the reset button, shaking off the chaos, and reconnecting with the fierce, capable woman beneath the layers of mom guilt, exhaustion, and spit-up-stained T-shirts. It’s how I prove to myself that I’m still in this game, still strong, still fighting. If you’re tired, overwhelmed, and can barely remember the last time you felt strong, maybe it’s time to move again. You’re stronger than you think. Let’s