☕ Tuesday – A Sip of Flava

It’s 11:30 and I’m late.

But I made my Cowboy coffee anyway.

And it tastes good. 😋

I’m back in my tower today.

Yesterday I tried clinic. One day. That’s all I had in me. My body and my mind just couldn’t carry it.

So today I’m here. In my space. Regrouping.

And the calls?

Some of them were tough. The kind where you steady your voice even when the energy on the other end isn’t kind.

One call had to be handed over to a nurse. She let me know that her blood pressure went up while speaking to the patient. They weren’t kind to her either. 😱

That’s the part people don’t see.

We’re professionals.

We stay calm.

But we are still human.

So now I’m sipping my coffee, looking out my window at crows, seagulls, and sparrows.

Different birds.

Different sizes.

Different sounds.

And somehow they share the same space without needing to dissect each other’s existence.

They just fly.

They land.

They move on.

No overexplaining.

No overprocessing.

No trying to fix each other.

Just coexistence.

And I’m sitting here thinking…

Maybe peace isn’t about fitting into every space.

Maybe it’s about knowing which spaces allow you to breathe.

Today, I’m honoring that.

Coffee.

Tower.

Birds.

Calm.

That’s enough for me.

— Lady Flava ☕🌻