KittySeraphin

I love the gym, it's my escape, my place of power. I love the feeling of giving everything in each session, feeling how every muscle is activated and how, little by little, I am getting stronger. It’s not just to look good, although I also love to look in the mirror after a good workout and see the progress. It’s more for the energy it gives me, for that feeling of achieving something with my own effort.. I'm not one to be tied to a too rigid routine. I like to explore new things, try different exercises, change my diet, always looking for how to improve. And although discipline is important, I also like to give space to adventure. There are days when I feel like going out and doing something impulsive, whether it’s a last minute trip, a night out or just getting lost in an activity that makes me feel alive.. I don't like to get stuck, and although I enjoy being alone, I'm not afraid of company that comes unexpectedly. I'm single, but I don't feel incomplete. Sometimes people are surprised at how independent I am, how I enjoy my space and my time.. Sometimes I feel like having a deeper connection, but for now I’m focused on myself, growing and enjoying all the opportunities that life gives me.. I want to enjoy every moment, learn from every experience and not regret anything.

Today was a long day.. Like every Wednesday. I got up early to get to work on time, which was a mix of a thousand things that never seem to end. Lots of mails, calls, meetings. And when I finally thought I could take a breather, I had to run to college. The classes were.. ¿how to say it? I insist that sometimes I feel that people do not even know what they are talking about, and I have to stay focused so as not to lose my cool. I don’t even know how I handle those situations anymore, but well, at least I did, didn’t I? By now, when I finally get home, my body is exhausted. I just want to throw it all aside and sleep, but there’s something inside me that says, “No, not yet”. The good thing about getting used to my routines is that I already know what helps me to disconnect, and today more than ever I need that.. So I decided that today I'm not going to miss the opportunity to take care of myself a little, even if I'm tired. First I got in the shower, and although the warm water was almost like a hug for my body, something inside me already knew that what was coming would be even better: that moment for me, in front of the mirror, with my makeup on.. Yes, I know that many people think it is superficial, but for me it is an act of self-love, a way to disconnect and feel myself. Somehow that space charges me more than anything. I took my favorite brush, the one I always use for concealer, and I started to apply it slowly. It doesn't matter that I'm not going out tonight, or that I'm exhausted. Each layer of foundation makes me feel a little more human, as if it gives me back the energy. Then, soft shadows, nothing dramatic. Just something to make me feel good, something simple to make my eyes shine a little more. No rush, just enjoy the process. I'm getting ready without hurry, feeling that my day, although exhausting, is closing in a special way. Already finished, I look in the mirror and I feel that the energy comes back. It’s not about being perfect or anything like that, it’s about finding myself in every step, in every pencil stroke.. The difference is that now I feel much calmer. It no longer matters so much what the world expects of me, just what I need. I close my eyes for a moment, take a deep breath and think: tomorrow will be another day. But today, today I give a little space to myself. I need it.. End of the day.

Today was one of those days that, although tired, made me feel amazing. When I arrived at the gym, the energy that was breathed motivated me to go directly to the weights area.. Mi objetivo estaba claro: quadriceps and buttocks. I was determined to squeeze every repeat. I started with the squats. The feeling of the weight on my shoulders, the way my legs worked on each descent, feeling how the muscles tightened and stretched as I climbed, made me concentrate on every movement.. Each repetition felt like a challenge, but the effort kept me alert and full of energy. Then I moved on to leg extensions. The heat I felt in my quadriceps made me want to continue, as if the burning was a sign that I was working on something I really wanted.. Sweat ran down my neck, but that only increased my focus, my connection with the body, with the strength I was building.. Then came the butt work. With the weights on my hips, I felt them firm, as if somehow each repetition brought me closer to a result that only I could visualize.. I pushed up, keeping control in each lift, savoring the satisfaction of feeling how my muscles reacted to each effort.. The gym was full, but in those moments there was only me and the weight I was lifting. The tight muscles, the controlled breathing, and that feeling of power, all combined in a perfect moment of effort and reward.. When I finished, my body was exhausted, but my mind was filled with gratitude for what I had accomplished.. On that day, I felt that everything I had done, every repetition, brought me closer to what I wanted.. And while the tiredness was there, so was the feeling of fullness that only comes from a good workout..