A reflection on yoga, parenting, nervous system capacity, and the quiet truth that we are always more complicated than the picture. After a hard morning with one of my children, my 250th yoga class became less about celebration and more about release, community, and the practice of being held.

What didn’t stay in Alaska was not just memory, but a way of seeing what is possible. This piece traces how my years in Fairbanks shaped my relationship to work, leadership, motherhood, and the systems we too often accept as fixed.