Twenty years running systems that could not afford to fail. Now teaching recovery to the people living the same pattern.

For over twenty years I worked in regulated financial services and insurance across international markets, based primarily in Bermuda.

The role had no edges. I was the single point of contact for all things IT: infrastructure, security, compliance, disaster recovery, vendor management, board reporting, and every 2am phone call in between. There was no handoff. No backup. If something broke, I fixed it, regardless of the hour or what else was happening in my life.

The stakes were real. The systems I maintained kept the business running across multiple jurisdictions, under regulatory scrutiny, in an environment where downtime was not a technical inconvenience but a business and legal problem. I reported to the COO and CFO. I presented to the board. I managed the budget, the vendors, the team, and the risk, all at the same time.

I was good at it, and I was proud of being good at it. What I did not understand for most of those years was what that constant state of readiness was costing me. I was on call every hour of every day. The role had no off switch. Neither did I.

I started taking yoga classes at a local studio in Bermuda. It was intimidating. I was sitting in class alongside my friends' girlfriends and wives, and that is not a comfortable place to be when you have spent two decades in a world that looks nothing like a yoga studio. But I kept going back.

The more I learned, the more I wanted to understand. Yin yoga did something I did not expect. Once I started to grasp what sustained holds actually do to connective tissue, what happens in the nervous system when you stop fighting gravity and just let the body release, it made more practical sense to me than anything else I had tried.

I knew I wanted to do my training somewhere that would let me reconnect with something outside of an office. Between December 2024 and April 2025 I completed my RYT200 and RYT500 at InnerSea Yoga Academy in Uvita, Costa Rica, with lead instructor Courtney Fletcher. The 200-hour training was grounding. The 300-hour that followed was on another level entirely. That is where I learned to teach yin.

In January 2025 I spent a month at an eco-village in Nicaragua practicing breathwork and yoga every day as part of an immersive retreat. The injury, that first uncomfortable class in Bermuda, five weeks in Costa Rica, a month in Nicaragua. Not a single moment. A process.