Seasoned vs. Growing Season 🌱✨🌻

I’ve been reflecting on the beauty of watching younger people step into their roles. They lean on each other, they grow together, and they find comfort in walking side by side as they learn. It’s their growing season.

And then there’s me. I’m seasoned. I carry years of lived experiences, lessons, and wisdom that can’t be taught in a handbook. I’ve tasted enough of life to know when something’s missing. I see the “missed seasonings” that others may not notice yet.

Being seasoned means I bring depth. I know how to balance flavors, how to blend patience with urgency, and how to spot when the mix is off. It doesn’t mean I’m better—it means I’ve lived long enough to know what’s needed to make the dish complete.

Sometimes, being seasoned can feel isolating. I notice things that others don’t, and I can’t always expect them to see it the way I do. That’s okay. They are in their growing season, and I can let them grow together. My role is to honor my seasoning without feeling the need to sprinkle it everywhere.

Because the truth is: both seasons are needed. The fresh growth brings energy and hope. The seasoning brings depth and richness. Together, that’s what makes life flavorful.

🌻 Flava is a Taste, a Style, a Feeling… What’s Your Flava? 🌻

A Sprinkle of Grace 🌻✨

Being seasoned doesn’t just mean noticing what’s missing—it also means knowing when to add something extra. Today, I chose to sprinkle in grace.

One coworker lightened the moment with something funny, and I simply received it. Another apologized for not responding to my messages. I called her BabyGirl and told her I understood she was busy. I just pooled the messages for her to catch up later.

Grace is part of my seasoning. It keeps the peace and protects my spirit. That’s the flavor I choose to bring.