My LinkedIn profile tagline defines me as a communications strategist by day, doctoral student by night, fitness enthusiast at heart, and full-time mom.
Throughout the years, many things have changed, including my professional title and my student status. But my personal commitment has remained the same: to keep growing both professionally and personally, not because it’s required, but because growth is something that makes me feel happy and free.
Of all the things I cannot control, still having dreams, intentions, and things I want to keep building toward makes me feel alive and, somehow, connected to the future.
That said, my identity as a mother and my self-identity as a fitness enthusiast are two parts of myself that I embrace deeply.
My role as a mother is the essence of who I am, both in my strengths and in my weaknesses. I discovered my vulnerable self for the first time through motherhood. My life has been filled with ups and downs, but it wasn’t until I became a mother that I gave myself permission to feel, and permission to love without fear or limitations.
When it comes to fitness, fitness became proof of healing.
My commitment to exercise and to maintaining a nutritious and healthy diet, as much as possible, is something I’ve carried through most of my adult life, but it became an intentional daily practice when I turned 39. It’s been nine years already and, without a doubt, it has become one of the things that keeps me grounded regardless of what happens outside.
This whole reflection started yesterday when someone mentioned my LinkedIn profile and asked how my fitness identity connects with my professional and personal identity, and how I see myself in terms of fitness in the next five years, when I’ll officially be in my early 50s.
The answer, to me, is simple.
When I started, a big part of me was focused on looking good and fighting aging. I began at 39 knowing that my 40s would bring significant physical changes.
But as fitness became part of who I am, the physical aspect became less and less important.
For example, over the past two years, I’ve worked hard on gaining strength. I stopped running and started power walking at higher inclines. I’ve watched my body change and, even though the easiest word to describe it would be “aging,” I truly believe the right word for me is “evolving.”
I may not be in my fittest era anymore, but I am, without a doubt, in my strongest one.
I lift heavy. I give it my all. And I love it.
As happens with every aspect of ourselves, we become what we practice.
Right now, I simply see myself continuing.
I no longer have specific outcome goals the way I used to: an ideal weight, abs for summer, numbers to chase. What I want now is simpler and, somehow, bigger: to keep showing up, to keep feeling strong, and to keep moving forward.
And as I navigate everything that comes with midlife, I feel proud to be active, to feel stronger than ever, and to have a passion that wakes me up at 4:45 a.m. and motivates me to start each day from a place of peace, intention, and a desire to give my best.
It sounds simple, but to just keep going has become one of my greatest achievements.
Maybe that’s what maturity looks like: acceptance, grounding, and reaching the point where you stop trying to become more and start recognizing that you are already enough.
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