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Welcome, Seasoned SoulZ ~Lady Flava~🌻

🌻 Welcome, Seasoned SoulZ Now that I fully embrace being a Seasoned Soul, I would love to connect with others who embrace the Flava of their own seasoned soul. What matters to you? 🌻That your body doesn’t work like it used to 🌻Retirement and the changes it brings 🌻Health and wellness in this season of…
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ATasteOfFlava|Hummingbirds
Have you ever connected a bird, butterfly, flower, song, or special place to someone you loved? Today I share a hummingbird story that reminded me of a dear coworker and why I believe symbols can bring comfort to our hearts. 💚🌻
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RealTalk|Are You A Good Fit?
Are you trying to make something fit that was never meant for you? Whether it’s a job, a relationship, a project, or an organization, sometimes the real question isn’t whether the opportunity is good—it’s whether it’s a good fit for who you are. Before saying yes to the next opportunity, take a moment to ask…
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H&W |Keep Moving and Drink Water
Do you spend most of your day sitting? Many of us know we need to move our legs, get up, and walk more. But what about the rest of our body? This week I realized I had become so focused on my hips and lower body that I was neglecting my neck, shoulders, arms, and…
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A Taste of Flava|The World Keeps Moving
Some mornings we wake up hurting. The hips ache. The hands ache. The sleep wasn’t great. But outside the window, life keeps moving. The birds still sing. The squirrels still run. The wind still blows. And the sun still finds its way through the clouds. This morning from my tower, the wildlife reminded me that…
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RealTalk|Tone, Words, and the Power We Hold in a Conversation
Real Talk with Lady Flava Tone, Words, and the Power We Hold in a Conversation One thing I’ve learned over the years, both in my personal life and in the workplace, is this: Tone, words, and how they are used hold real power in a conversation. Not just what we say… but how we say…
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ASipOfFlava|Trusting Myself
A Sip of Flava Learning to Sit With Myself As I age, I value keeping my thoughts close—processing them quietly before I ever speak them aloud. Writing has become my way of understanding myself, instead of reacting in the moment. Once upon a time, I would call my godsister or play sister and vent about…


