When I think of coordination, I imagine opening myself up to a work of art, soaking up a song, or being carried along through a good film. The way movements, moments, space, and details come together to form one cohesive piece leaves me in wonder of human beauty. I love to see depth of intention unfold before me. The little bits of negative space in an image or song, the background music or lighting in a film, the strategic brush strokes in a bright abstract painting.

In creating my own life and choosing each day’s potential, I want the same depth of intention to be present in the way I paint each moment—a life filled with little masterpieces. Currently, though, I feel ill-equipped. I’m trying to coordinate my many roles, my values and beliefs, my responsibility to those I love, and trim the excess wherever I find it. Fumbling through the territory of expansion and growth (again) is exhausting and, at times, disappointing. Today, I’m tired.

In a moment like this, I’m grateful for the lessons fitness has taught me about coordination as well. The best (and worst) thing about it is we only get better by practicing, and it usually looks ugly at first. So here’s to the awkward transition towards the next version of me. Keep it moving.