03/18/2026
500 classes. Had to be Hot Power. Had to be š.
Not a finish line. Not even a milestone I was chasing, if Iām being honest. Just a little something I looked up one day and realized I had quietly gotten to.
My practice has been a lot of things over the yearsārigid, curious, performative, healing, inconsistent, disciplined, frustrating, grounding. Sometimes all of those in the same week. Itās changed as Iāve changed. Itās met me where I am, whether I liked where I was or not.
And somehow, through every version of it, Iāve kept coming back to the mat.
Not because I always want to. Not because it always feels good. But because thereās something about returningāagain and againāthat keeps showing me what I need to see.
These days, it feels different. Less about chasing something. More about being in it. More listening, less forcing. More okay with the ebb and flow of it all.
And maybe thatās the part I feel most grateful for.
Not just the 500 classesābut the room. The familiarity. The people. The subtle shifts that happen without announcement. The way a space can start to feel like yours without you ever needing to claim it.
Rogue has become that for me.
Anyway. No big conclusion here. Just a quiet acknowledgment:
Iām still here.
Still practicing.
Still evolving.
And for now, really content to be exactly where I am with who I am.
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