This month feels especially meaningful to me. As America celebrates its 250th birthday, I’m also celebrating my own 43rd birthday. Milestones like these have a way of making you stop and reflect on what really matters.
I’ve been fortunate to live in five different countries across Europe and the Middle East. Those experiences shaped me in countless ways, and I’m incredibly grateful for every one of them. They also gave me something I never expected: an even deeper appreciation for coming home. After seeing so much of the world, I still believe America is the greatest country on earth. The opportunities, freedoms, and ability to build the life you want are privileges I never take for granted.
Lately, I’ve found myself thinking about another privilege we often overlook—the ability to move.
If you’ve followed me for a while, you know this year hasn’t been the easiest physically. Hip pain has forced me to slow down, modify workouts, and rethink how I approach running and strength training. There have been frustrating days when my body hasn’t done exactly what I wanted it to do.
But even on those days, I’m grateful.
I’m grateful that I can still lace up my running shoes. I’m grateful that I can teach Pilates, lift weights, hike with my family, and continue doing the activities I love. They may look a little different than they did ten or twenty years ago, but they’re still possible. And that is a gift.
As we get older, movement becomes less about chasing perfection and more about preserving possibility. Every workout, every walk, every stretch, every run is an investment in the life we want to keep living.
That’s why I love what I do.
Helping people become stronger, move with more confidence, and continue doing the things they love isn’t just my job—it’s a privilege. Whether your goal is keeping up with your kids, hiking on vacation, lifting heavier weights, running your first 5K, or simply getting up from the floor with ease, every step toward better movement matters.
This month, I’m choosing gratitude.
Gratitude for the country I call home.
Gratitude for a body that continues to show up for me, even when it asks me to be patient.
And gratitude for the opportunity to help others discover that moving with purpose isn’t something we have to do—it’s something we get to do.
May we never lose sight of what a privilege that truly is.
