The past four weeks have been nothing like I planned. One fall shifted my training, forced me into patience, and gave me a whole new window of clarity.

It’s shown me that risk and consequence always travel together — and real strength is in how we meet the outcome, not just the leap. It’s shown me the danger of waiting too long, of holding out for perfect conditions that never come. And it’s reminded me that trust — in the body, in the process, in myself — is not optional. It’s the path.

My return has not been reckless. It's been practiced surrender, and empowered movement. Hope you enjoy it!