When There Is No Move To Make

Written By Coach Vida

The past few weeks have been marked by a loss I am not yet ready to write about. The loss feels so large that every attempt to put words to it falls short. What I can say is that this little creature changed my life. He changed the way I see animals. He changed my mood. He changed the rhythm of my days. His absence has left a space that feels much larger than his size.

Since then, I have experienced waves of fog. Not every day. Not every hour. But enough to notice. A greyness. A lack of excitement about tomorrow. A feeling that the future has somehow become smaller. Today was one of those days.

I woke up and did not want to get out of bed.

My body was done resting, but I wanted to stay there anyway. I wanted to ignore the day. The other pets had different plans. They needed breakfast. They needed care. They needed me. I was not happy about it. But eventually, I got up.

There was no work booked. No errands demanding my attention. No extra resources available to tackle the problems sitting on my list.

The rent is paid. There is food in the house. I am safe. I have shelter. I have provision. And I am grateful for every bit of it. And yet I found myself asking a strange question: What do you do when there is no move to make? Not because life is falling apart. Not because there is immediate danger. But because there is no obvious path forward.

I cannot decide to lift everyone's spirits with a spontaneous outing. I cannot say, "Let's go celebrate." I cannot throw money at the problem. I cannot manufacture energy that isn't there. So what does a person do with themselves?

Do they watch television? Read a book? Scroll endlessly? Force productivity? Rest? Recover? And what if they are already rested? Then what?

I looked at my journal. I had nothing to write. I looked at my computer. I have projects. Ideas. Plans. Things I genuinely care about. I could not look at them. Not today.

At home nail polish job , mauve left hand

Instead, I did my nails. An unlikely accomplishment, perhaps, but an accomplishment all the same.

Later, I will get on my stationary bike. I will not be setting records. I will not be chasing a personal best. I do not have that kind of energy today. But I will move.

Maybe that is the answer. Not progress. Not achievement. Not breakthrough. Movement. Small movement. Gentle movement. The kind that reminds you that you are still here.

Perhaps there are seasons when life is asking us to build. And perhaps there are seasons when life is asking us simply to continue. To feed the animals. To make the bed. To do our nails. To pedal slowly. To keep moving, even when there is nowhere particular to go.

Today may not be a day for big victories. Today may simply be a day for staying in motion. And maybe, for now, that is enough.

Thank you for spending a few moments with me today.

With gratitude,

Coach Vida

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Coach Vida is the voice behind FormaFit Active a movement journal rooted in mindful motion, real gear, cultural pride, and showing up without apology.
She believes in slow mornings, walking when it hurts, and building strength that feels like freedom.

Her motto: You don’t have to look like an athlete to move like one.

She writes from Los Angeles, with a speaker clipped on and sunscreen always in the bag. This journal is for anyone reclaiming energy, stretch by stretch.

Coach Vida es la voz detrás de FormaFit Active, un diario de movimiento con raíces en el cuerpo, la cultura y la intención.
Cree en moverse con calma, en estirarse cuando duele, y en la fuerza como libertad.

Su lema: No tienes que parecer atleta para moverte como uno.

Escribe desde Los Ángeles, con su bocina a un lado y bloqueador en la mochila.
Este espacio es para quienes se están reclamando, paso a paso.

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