60+| šŸŒ¬ļø When the Breeze Shifts… Even Slightly

šŸŒ¬ļø When the Breeze Shifts… Even Slightly

In a world where chaos has become almost commonplace,

it’s heartbreaking how easily one person—

just one—can walk into a room and unsettle the rhythm

of a once-aligned team.

Especially when that team serves

with purpose, grace, and visibility,

under the banner of a respected business.

The disruption is quiet at first.

Then suddenly, it lingers.

It divides.

It changes how we breathe around each other.

And then comes the process.

That mysterious, veiled word we’re told to trust.

ā€œWe’re going through the processā€¦ā€

ā€œPlease be patient.ā€

But what no one says out loud is that

the process is also a waiting room for the heart.

A space where uncertainty sits beside you.

Where questions go unanswered.

Where your truth must wait in stillness—

while the wheels behind the curtain turn in silence.

Today, I was asked to be patient.

And I will be.

But I also know this:

I am allowed to feel unsettled by the unknown.

I am allowed to name the shift I’ve experienced.

And I am allowed to hold onto my peace

even when everything around me feels unclear.

Because my peace is not a product of process.

It’s a promise I’ve made to myself.

To breathe.

To rise.

To wait, without breaking.

—

Lady Flava aka Susan K

A quiet truth in a noisy world.

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