A Sip of Flava

Learning to Sit With Myself

As I age, I value keeping my thoughts close—processing them quietly before I ever speak them aloud. Writing has become my way of understanding myself, instead of reacting in the moment.

Once upon a time, I would call my godsister or play sister and vent about the same situation over and over. They listened, and I love them for that. But if I’m honest, I never walked away from those conversations feeling lighter. The issue was still there. I was still there.

My real healing journey began during COVID. In that stillness, I had no choice but to look at myself—my whys, my patterns, what I liked and didn’t like about who I was becoming. I started listening to myself in a way I hadn’t before.

As I developed this new relationship with myself, things started to make sense. I could finally see where I needed to shift—not blame, not fix others, but adjust me.

I went through COVID in Vegas alone. And somewhere in that solitude, I knew it was time to plan my return home. It took three years to finally make that move, but when I loaded Poopsie up and headed north to Washington, a weight lifted off my shoulders that I didn’t even realize I’d been carrying.

I’m proud that I enjoy my own company now.

I can sip my coffee and take in the view from my tower—no noise, no rushing, just presence.

It’s 2026, and I’m proud of my growth. Life isn’t perfect, but I handle it better now. I don’t call anyone to vent about my life anymore. I sit with it. I figure out what’s mine to carry and what isn’t.

I process in my quiet.

I talk things through with Jessica my Therapist.

I shift my thoughts and my approach.

Then I make some coffee—and I write to share with you.

Coffee, to me, is more than caffeine. It’s an experience. It’s warmth for my spirit and calm for my soul.

Learn to make coffee your friend.

Savor the taste.

Enjoy the moment.

Let it be more than just a drink.