Over the years I’ve put so much pressure on myself. Fighting is only about ten percent of it. The rest is the discipline, the sacrifices, the mental battles, the expectations, the life outside the ring that nobody sees. Lately though, I’m starting to have fun with this. And I’m not gonna lie, that’s new for me. I feel like I’m finally finding my flow. The right people around me. The right skill set. The right sport and rule set that actually fits who I am. It feels aligned instead of forced. I’m in my 30s, still able to compete at a high level, and what’s crazy is my body feels better, stronger, sharper every day. That’s not something I take lightly. I’m genuinely grateful for it. This is nerve-wracking. Every time. But it’s also an honor to still be here, still growing, still learning, still chasing something bigger than fear. Thank you to everyone who supports me, checks on me, prays for me, and believes in me even when I’m quiet. I feel it. And I carry it with me into every round.