I Don’t Miss Who I Was, I Embrace Who I Am

There was a time when Lady Flava was everywhere. It was like an addiction — half my choice, half because others wanted me to be involved. The work consumed me, but it was work I became good at and respected for. I thrived on the energy, the passion, the purpose.

But with that came the challenges: different personalities, different ideas, different desires about how everything should come together. I loved it all, even when it was hard. For a long time, it gave me life.

When I moved to Las Vegas, everything changed. I didn’t find people with the same passion or drive, and that version of Lady Flava slowly died. I no longer had the desire to be part of other people’s projects. Instead, I found darkness in the desert. It was in Vegas that I realized I needed to leave. I needed to come home — back to the beauty of the Pacific Northwest.

When I returned to Seattle, I knew my first step had to be healing. People here may not understand why I don’t socialize, why I don’t answer the phone, or why I stay in my own lane. But I do. I keep my life simple: I go to work, I come home, I rest, I breathe.

And I write. Blogging has become my way of sharing, processing, and moving forward. It’s not about building someone else’s dream anymore. It’s about reclaiming my peace, my voice, and my life.

I want to be clear — I did love that life. It filled me with purpose, creativity, and community. But I’ve aged out of it. I no longer have the energy or desire to carry that weight. What I need now is the life I’m living: slower, simpler, and more aligned with the woman I’ve become.

I respect the memories of who I once was, now I am embracing who I am becoming.