Am I Walking or Am I Rolling Into Joy: A Festival Story

By Simply Flava – Sharing Her Thoughts

It’s summertime in Seattle — and if you know, you know. This is the season when the clouds finally step aside and the community comes out to play. The music, the food, the art, the laughter… and of course, the local festivals that remind us why we love our neighborhoods so much.

Well, turns out this weekend is our community’s big festival — and my daughter just told me that my sweet grandbaby, had something to say about it.

She said, “Nanny needs to get a wheelchair so she can come with us.” 😄

Now that made my heart smile.

She didn’t ask if I wanted to go. She knew I’d want to.

She didn’t question how I’d get around. She had a solution.

She didn’t leave me out — she made sure I was part of the plan.

That right there? That’s love. Thoughtful, practical, unwavering love.

Sometimes the Wheels Are the Blessing

I laughed when I heard what Kimora said, but I also felt seen. Truly seen. Sometimes, when your body doesn’t move like it used to, you start to quietly count yourself out. You make peace with staying behind. You watch from the window. You learn to enjoy the silence.

But sometimes, someone who loves you says,

“Nope, you’re coming too.”

And maybe this year I won’t be attending… but I’m Smiling Big 😁

Setting the Vision: Next Year, I Walk

While I may roll this year, I’m planting a seed for next.

My goal is simple and soulful:

Next year, I want to walk the festival.

Even if it’s slow. Even if I stop and rest. Even if I only make it halfway.

I want to feel the ground under my feet, the breeze on my face, and the rhythm in my body.

And until then? I’ll take the joy however it comes.

Because showing up in love — however you show up — is what really matters.

Lady Flava aka Susan K

Simply Flava – Sharing Her Story