A Taste of Flava – 9AM

“Acceptance Is My Peace”

I used to live by the power of forgiveness.

I believed forgiveness was the key…

that if I forgave, I could let go and move forward clean.

And there’s truth in that.

But today…

I understand something deeper.

I like the word acceptance better.

Because when you truly accept something — or someone — as they are…

there’s nothing left to wrestle with.

No more trying to make it make sense.

No more asking “why.”

No more going in circles in your own mind.

It just… is.

And that brings a different kind of peace.

I came across a term — home-centered orientation.

And maybe I didn’t read the textbook definition right…

but I know what it means for me.

It means my home…

my space…

my tower…

is where I come back to myself.

Where my nervous system settles.

Where my mind gets quiet.

Where I feel safe without explanation.

I love my tower.

It’s not just where I live…

it’s where I restore.

I enjoy my own company.

Not because I don’t like people…

but because I’ve learned how to take care of myself.

Body.

Mind.

Spirit.

Every day.

Through routine.

Through stillness.

Through writing… through processing… through just being.

I trust the way I think.

I trust how I speak.

I’m not wired to hurt people.

I’m not trying to be harsh.

But I’m also not for everybody.

And I’ve accepted that too.

I’ve lived long enough to know myself.

To know when I’m open…

and when I’m not.

To know when something is worth exploring…

and when something doesn’t deserve my energy.

I trust myself wholeheartedly.

So when I choose distance…

It’s not rejection.

It’s alignment.

Vegas opened me up in a way I didn’t expect.

And Swedish…

that situation hit in a place I never saw coming.

So now I’m doing the real work.

Healing.

Not pretending.

Not bypassing.

Not forcing myself into spaces that don’t feel right just to prove I’m “good.”

I’m choosing me.

Who am I?

I’m a good person.

I’m hardworking.

Dependable.

I care deeply.

I can hear it in people’s voices… even over the phone.

I know how to use my voice to comfort.

That’s real.

But I don’t like a lot of noise.

Not the loud kind…

the worldly kind.

The kind that confuses truth.

The kind that distracts.

The kind that performs instead of connects.

I don’t trust noise.

I’m drawn to simplicity.

To organic artistry.

To things that feel real without all the extra.

Because sometimes all those “bells and whistles”…

are just distractions from what’s actually true.

I am open… and closed… at the same time.

And that might confuse people.

But it doesn’t confuse me.

This world right now?

It’s not easy to exist in.

Authenticity gets questioned.

Honesty gets twisted.

Truth gets buried under layers of information — some real, some not.

You have to work to understand what’s real anymore.

And even then…

you have to trust your own discernment.

So yes…

I’m okay being in my space.

I don’t need to be everywhere.

I don’t need to be around everyone.

If I want to engage the world, I can.

I have the tools.

But I don’t owe the world my presence.

People wear masks now.

Labels are used… and misused.

Some people move freely…

others are boxed in by rules that don’t always make sense.

We talk about inclusion…

but division feels louder.

So my tower?

That’s my peace.

That’s my center.

That’s where I stay grounded in who I am… without outside noise trying to redefine me.

And whatever someone decides that means about me…

That’s theirs.

Not mine.

I’m not trying to be understood by everyone anymore.

I’m just committed to being in alignment with myself.

That’s my acceptance.

That’s my peace.

— Lady Flava 🌻