Just taught my final weekly class at Fighting Chance Seattle. Seven years ago I started this dojo with a single set of pads and two dedicated class times at a gym. Within two years I was able to quit my job and sublet the whole classroom space. I taught close to two-thousand classes here. I built a space dedicated to inclusivity, empowerment, and meeting every student where they are. I'm proud of the work done here. I'm proud to say that in this space whether it took you two weeks or two years to nail a technique, we had your back. This wasn't a space for insecure bro bullshit, dogma, or coaching thru shame. I had an opportunity to find out who I am as a teacher and as a person. I'm thankful for the goodwill and support I've received, and for the trust and vulnerability of all my students... Endings are sad and hard, but they make space for beginnings.
