There comes a moment when you know — deep in your bones — that it’s time to shift.

To stop carrying what no longer belongs.

To stop surviving, and finally start living.

As I sit with the weight of everything I’ve been through — the stress, the illness, the pain, the grief — I realize something:

I am not the illness.

And I am not powerless.

Now that I’ve reached 65, I am claiming something new for myself:

🌿 I desire a life of peace and purpose — with boundaries.

I want to let go of the illness that has taken up residence in my body and my spirit.

Not because it never existed, but because it no longer serves me to identify with it.

Instead, I choose:

To return to the swimming pool, where my body feels light and strong in the water. To walk two blocks to the fruit and vegetable shop, and maybe stop by the coffee shop bakery down the street — not just for food, but for life. To spend more time with My Peace, soaking in the companionship and comfort that only comes from someone who truly sees me. To drive to see my youngest daughter, just 1.5 hours away — because connection matters more than pain.

This isn’t just a wish —

It’s a declaration.

It’s a turning point.

I may still have days when my body aches, when sleep is elusive, when memories of stress knock on my door.

But I will meet them differently now.

With compassion.

With strength.

With a sacred yes to life.

This is my healing season.

I’m not waiting to be perfect — I’m choosing to be whole.

Lady Flava aka Susan K