I used to brace my glutes, suck in my stomach, and walk around locked up — all in the name of "stability." But truthfully, it was fear. Fear of my herniated disc flaring up again. Eventually, I learned this: chronic bracing isn't protection. It's tension.

People always talk about how “everything in the body is connected,” and I understood that on a surface level. But it wasn’t until I started learning about fascia that it started to make sense—in my body and my teaching.

My symptoms started with numbness on the right side of my face, then my arm, then leg - I could barely walk. And—yes, still cringing about this—I drove myself to the ER. I literally hobbled in, thinking I was just being overly cautious. At the time, I was staying with my 88-year-old mom in New Jersey, while Matt was back home in Dallas.

Like many people, I assumed yoga would "fix" my back pain. And in many ways, it's helped. But I started to notice that some aspects of a typical Vinyasa class — fast transitions, repetitive forward folds, deep backbends — were actually aggravating my symptoms.

In February, we became grandparents, and sweet Baby Miller has already taught us more than we could’ve imagined. About a month in, though, something felt very off with him. He was rarely comfortable—his body felt stiff, feedings were a legitimate struggle because he couldn't latch properly, and he had colic. The only time he was calm was when he was sleeping. It was stressful to watch, especially for Caroline and Adam.