☕ Saturday – A Sip of Flava

Dreaming in a Red Coat

This morning I laughed at myself.

Two months at home.

Heating pad. Headset. Cozy blanket.

And somehow… what I miss most isn’t the commute or the phones.

It’s getting dressed.

Jeans day.

Leopard top.

Red coat.

Red shoes.

There’s something about putting yourself together that shifts your posture. Your mood. Your presence.

I thought I missed work.

Turns out… I miss the ritual.

The quiet moment before walking out the door.

The choosing.

The layering.

The feeling of “Okay… let’s go.”

Healing has its own uniform — comfort and softness.

But sometimes when you start dreaming about red coats again?

That’s strength returning.

Maybe it’s not vanity.

Maybe it’s vitality.

Today I’m sipping my coffee at home…

But somewhere in my mind, I’m walking into the clinic in red.

And I’m smiling about it.

— Lady Flava