A reflection on the slow but powerful journey of changing your life through movement. This journal entry shares three rules that have helped her keep walking with intention, belief, and fire.

Same trail, same walk but the energy shifted. Watermelon for the squirrels, LAPD in the lot, and a reminder that even under tension, movement still matters.

What started as a simple journal entry turned into something bigger, something that reminded me of Ben Franklin. The way he tracked his virtues? I did that too, in high school, in my own way. It hit me that being thoughtful, intentional, and quietly curious… isn’t new. It’s in me. It always was.

Back on the path where it all began this time on foot, in concrete runners, and fully in my power. I switched terrain, shoes, and strategy to keep the fire lit without burning out. Tomorrow? The beach gets this same energy.

We visited the Mulholland Scenic Overlook on a grey LA day, and in the quiet, I almost missed the Hollywood sign, until I took a second look. Today’s movement wasn’t about distance; it was about clarity, contribution, and the magic you only notice when you pause.

Don’te confuse caution with smallness

They say the work you do today shapes your life ten years from now. I did my trail walk with that in mind, visor low, prayer in motion, shot lined up. This wasn’t just about hustle. It was preparation. Because when the moment comes, I don’t want to wish I was ready. I want to already be aiming.

The city feels heavy. The air, the ground, the tension, it’s all rising. This post isn’t reaction. It’s rhythm. For anyone in L.A., or anywhere that feels like it, this is your reminder: We don’t move in chaos. We move like thunder.

Welcome to El Diario Journal, a space for quiet power, intentional movement, and self-led growth. This isn’t a blog about perfection. It’s a record of motion. Of clarity. Of catching the moment when reflection becomes direction. If you’ve ever moved carefully, but with purpose, you’re in the right place.

After some time off, I’m back on the trail sorting through what still works and what’s ready to be replaced. I got new shoes, not the ones I expected… but they were the right ones. This post isn’t about fancy gear, it’s about movement, confidence, and earning what carries you.

I didn’t rest because I was tired. I rested because I’m disciplined.Because real movement includes stillness.And when I rest, I don’t fall behind. I sharpen. Rest is a flex.

A signature quote from the FormaFit Journal, Coach Vida reminds us that movement isn’t about perfection, it’s about presence. Whether the fall was emotional, physical, or personal, this mantra walks with bold recovery energy

A walk through Silver Lake Reservoir reminded me that presence is power. From the open meadow to a quiet prayer box asking, “What are you thankful for?”, I moved slow, head down, heart open and I wrote one word: movement.

THE SLOW BURN

The universe gives the builders, the visionaries, the ones with unshakable core light the slowest burn sometimes because your rise isn’t just for you. You’re not supposed to peak in a place where everyone still wants you small.

I landed in fight position and never really left it. But now I understand the kind of fighter I am strategic, soulful, built to endure. This journey isn’t about whether it’s fair or easy. It’s about getting up and walking forward anyway.

For everyone in a profession of service ..for the teachers, the healers, the caregivers, the protectors ,this is your reminder: the fire is real. The call is real. And we are nowhere near done.

It was too hot. Work has been slow. I wore my wide-brim cap again, washed it, and put it back on but that day, someone needed it more than I did. A woman, two animals, and the kind of heat that makes you give what you can, even when you’re not sure you can. This wasn’t a grand gesture. Just the right one.