Learning to Walk Again, Learning to Believe Again

I’ve been slowing down with every step I take. Since I learned to walk again, the first thing I felt was fear… that fear born from a fracture I caused myself out of carelessness. There’s no way to soften it: that moment changed the trajectory of my life. 🫀✨

I was so happy because I was going to participate in my first cycling race, Tecate–Ensenada. I didn’t care about winning; I’m one of those people who can spend hours —even days— cycling through the silence and chaos of their own thoughts. 🚴‍♀️💭 That’s where I find myself, where I reconnect, where this version of me is born—the one who sits here today to write another post… because I still feel and dream that I’m that woman who swims, rides, and builds her projects. 🌊🚴‍♀️✨

And today… here I am. Still in Tijuana. Still unable to do the physical activities I loved. Still with a body that screams: “Let’s go swim!” “Let’s go chase the sunrise and lose ourselves in the horizon like we used to!” 🌅💙 My soul wants it— not just my body.

I’m learning to accept the rhythm of my process, to trust that every pause is also part of the journey. And even if the goal feels far away, I am not standing still… I’m moving forward. 🛤️💪

I already chose not to give up once, and I can continue. Between acceptance and discipline, I move forward—even if it’s slow, even if it hurts. Because yes, sometimes it hurts to remember what I had, what I could do, where I was… but I don’t want to live in that past. I already learned the lesson of looking back and staying stuck there. 🌿🔥

This is a reminder for me —and maybe for you—: ✨ Strength doesn’t always look like speed. ✨ Sometimes it looks like staying. ✨ Sometimes it looks like starting over. ✨ Sometimes it looks like trying everything. ✨ Sometimes it looks like asking questions so the mind doesn’t remain stuck.

For now, what I can tell you is that walking, reading, breathing, and writing bring me relief… and they are steps that keep leading me toward the life I want to build. 🌱📖💫