Saturday night was my last fight in the UFC. 16 years. 29 fights, including my time in the Ultimate Fighter house. One hell of a journey. I didn’t get my hand raised, but I’m incredibly proud of my performance, proud of my opponent, and genuinely happy for him. For the first time, I was able to slow down and truly experience it all—the weeks leading up to the fight, fight week, the walk to the Octagon, and everyone who’s been beside me through the highs and lows. Including the 13 coaches and training partners we’ve lost. RIP. I gave this sport everything I had. Sometimes my best was great. Sometimes it was just okay. Saturday night, I was okay—and okay is good enough for me. I’m grateful for the wins, the losses, the lessons, the people, and every damn moment in between. What a journey. Thank you. ❤️