Ā Why are we always in such a rush?
I had an eye-opening conversation recently about how weāre constantlyĀ chasing the next thingāthe next goal, the next achievement, the next phase of lifeāwithout stopping to appreciate whatās happening right now.
And let me be real with you: Iāve been feeling this rush myself lately.
Between scaling my business, booking more speaking engagements, and helping more women achieve their first pull-up, Iāve caught myself anxiouslyĀ living in the futureāwaiting for the next milestone, the next breakthrough.
But hereās what I realized:
When we live in the future, we live in anxiety.
When we live in the past, we live in depression.
The only place we truly have control? Right now.
When we slow down, we allow ourselves to actuallyĀ experience the journey, not just race to the destination.
WeĀ breathe easier.
WeĀ celebrate small wins.
WeĀ stop comparing ourselves to oth...
People hear the wordĀ resilienceĀ and assume itās something you either have or you donātālike itās some kind of superpower only a few lucky people are born with.
But the truth?Ā Resilience is built, not born.Ā Itās a skill you develop, a muscle you strengthen every time life throws a curveball your way.
And letās be realālife has a way of throwing a LOT of them.
For me, resilience has been tested in ways I never imagined. From tearing my ACL on national television to navigating massive career shifts, Iāve faced moments where I felt completely stuck, questioning whether I had what it took to keep going.
And right now? Iāll be honestāIām in one of those moments again.
Iām shifting from beingĀ all fitness all the timeĀ to stepping into something bigger:Ā teaching resilience, adaptability, and peak performance for life, business, and leadership.
And let me tell youā¦Ā itās uncomfortable as hell.
Itās scary stepping into the unknown. Itās frustratin...
As a kid, I wasnāt confident. In fact, I was made fun of constantly for my muscular arms. Some kids even gave me the nickname āMangela.ā š
Imagine being 10 years old and hearing that. It wasnāt just teasing; it made me feel like I didnāt belongālike there was something inherently wrong with me.
Iāll never forget one particular moment in my social studies class. We were watching Gladiator for some reason (donāt ask me why), and a boy shouted out, āThat guyās rippedājust like Angela!ā The whole class laughed. I wanted to disappear. I stormed out, called my mom, and sat crying on the curb outside the school.
It was moments like that that stuck with me for years. They shaped how I saw myselfāuntil I learned one crucial truth:
Confidence isnāt about how others see you. Itās about how you see yourself.
And the only way to build confidence?Ā Action.
Gymnastics was my first glimpse of feeling strong. Within those four walls, I felt...
Hereās the truth: You canāt step into the highest version of yourself from a disempowered place. Itās not just about setting goalsāitās about embodying that version of you, right here, right now.
But trust me, I know how hard that can feel. Iāve been there too.
As I transition into a new season of lifeāevolving from a fitness instructor to leading a global pull-up revolution that empowers women 30+ to feel strong and thrive for lifeāIāve had moments where I asked myself,Ā How do I step into this next version of me when Iāve never been here before?
If youāve ever felt that way, youāre not alone.
Letās try something different today. Instead of visualizing with your eyes closed, I want you toĀ write a letter to yourself from the perspective of your highest self.
Hereās how to do it:
Over the holidays, I had the chance to take a yoga class with my mom, whoās in her 60s. My mom recently retired from being a special needs teacherāa job thatās both rewarding and incredibly demanding.
Like so many others, her work often spilled into nights and weekends, leaving her with little time for movement. But now that sheās retired, sheās made a commitment to herself, and I couldnāt be prouder.
After class, we chatted with the instructor, who shared her journey of frustration and discouragement after hitting 40. She talked about gaining weight, feeling too tired to move, and struggling with how her body was changing.
This story broke my heart because I hear itĀ all the timeĀ from women in my programs. Whether itās peri-menopause, menopause, or just the natural process of aging, these changes can really mess with usāboth mentally and physically.
But hereās the thing: We donāt have to let it.
Picture this: Itās 3 a.m. Iām at my momās house in New Jersey, about to head back to Austin after a short trip. Iām in that weird pre-flight dazeābarely slept, running on autopilot, and lugging a suitcase stuffed with gifts (because, of course, I had to sit on it to close it).
The airport is 50 minutes away, and my stepdad Rob is driving me. But to make things even more interesting, thereās a massive sinkhole on the highway. So itās taking a lot longer.
As weāre driving, my stomach suddenly starts doing cartwheels. Now, let me just sayāI donāt usually have stomach issues, so I chalked it up to stress or dehydration. But then it got worse. And worse. My stomach started making noises loud enough to compete with the car radio š³
Iām sweating, clenching everything, panicking in my seat, and finally, I have to say it:
āRob⦠we have a problem.ā
At this point, itās 3 a.m., nothing is open, and weāre about 10 minutes from the airport. Iām this close to resigning myself to t...
Have you ever caught yourself saying, āIāll do it tomorrowā or āIām just too busy right nowā? That was me this year. Iād make promises to myselfāblocking time in my calendar for workouts, personal goals, or even restāand then Iād bail.
Why? Because when life gets chaotic, the first person I stop showing up for is⦠me.
The truth hit me during a moment of reflection: If I donāt prioritize myself, how can I possibly show up fully for othersāwhether itās my family, friends, or business?
Hereās the kicker: I know Iām not alone in this. So letās ask ourselves the hard questions together:
Why havenāt I been doing the things I keep saying Iāll do?
Whatās really holding me back?
Is it fear? Perfectionism? Overwhelm?
This year has been full of highs, lows, and lessons. Iāve recognized patterns where Iād set goals but then let them slide because I felt too tired, overwhelmed, or uncertain. Sound familiar?
For me,...
Last week, I attended a speaking convention called Impact Eleven. Walking into that roomāa room full of the best speakers and leaders in the industryāwas both thrilling and terrifying.
Hereās the truth: I had to believe I deserved to be there. That Iām worthy of sharing space with people who challenge me to grow.
This year, my word isĀ BREAKTHROUGH.Ā Last year was about healing, learning, and growth. I overcame heartbreak, built my team, and welcomed hundreds of women into our pull-up program. But this year? This year is about stepping into the version of me Iāve always envisionedāstanding on big stages, making an impact, and living fully aligned with my vision.
And letās be real: Breakthroughs often come from breakdowns. I had to move through the discomfort and do the inner work to prepare for whatās next. Itās not just about achieving the goalāitās about becoming the person who can handle it.
Hereās what Iāve learned:
Growth hap
...Have you ever been in that awkward in-between phase where one chapter of your life has ended, but the next hasnāt quite begun?
Thatās exactly where Iāve been.
For me, the hallway began when I retired fromĀ American Ninja WarriorĀ after six amazing seasons. It felt eerily similar to past transitions in my life:
š„ When I tore my ACL duringĀ Ninja Warrior, I was left questioning,Ā What now?
š„ After leaving my gymnastics career behind, I faced uncertainty about my next steps.
š„ When I achieved my lifelong dream of becoming Miss Fitness America, I stood on stage wondering,Ā What comes after this?
The hallway is messy, foggy, and uncomfortable. Itās filled with questions like,Ā Where am I going? Whatās next? Am I doing enough?Ā But hereās what Iāve learned:
The hallway is not a voidāitās a place where magic happens.
When I tore my ACL, I couldāve stayed stuck in the pain and frustration. For mon...
Last week, I hit a roadblock.
You know that feeling when you pour your heart and soul into something, and it doesnāt go the way you envisioned? That was me. I had high hopes for a new project and couldnāt wait to see the impact it would have. But it just didnāt land the way I imagined.
For a moment, I felt defeated. That old voice of doubt crept in, whispering,Ā āMaybe this isnāt going to work. Maybe youāre not enough.ā
But hereās the thing: Iāve been here before. And Iāve learned that these moments arenāt the end of the storyātheyāre just the start of a new chapter.
I thought back to a moment in my gymnastics days that taught me how to shift my perspective.
During one competition, I went for a big moveāa double backflip on the barsāand completely wiped out. It was the kind of fall that makes the entire gym go silent. I felt embarrassed, defeated, and like I wanted to disappear.
But before I could ev...