Friday’s A Taste of Flava

Dear Friends,

I am sitting here in my tower enjoying a warm cup of Cowboy Coffee.

The morning is cloudy and quiet. So far, only Rascal has made an appearance—and he sped by like a little lightning bolt. I barely had time to say, “Good morning!” before he disappeared. 😂

As I sit here, I have a lot swirling around in my head.

For more than two and a half years, I have been living with pain and increasing mobility issues—and I still do not have a clear resolution.

That is a long time to keep adjusting.

A long time to wonder what your body will allow you to do from one day to the next.

A long time to explain the pain, attend appointments, try different things, wait for answers, and keep hoping someone will finally connect all the pieces.

I do not want to go into all the medical details this morning. I simply want to acknowledge what it feels like to be the patient living through it.

Some days I feel hopeful.

Some days I feel frustrated.

Some days I question whether I have done enough—or whether something I did made things worse.

And some days I am simply tired of having to think about every step before I take it.

Still, here I am.

I got a good night’s sleep. I woke up stiff, but the pain is doable. I took my morning medications, made my Cowboy Coffee, and settled into my tower for another day.

I may not have all the answers yet, but I am still showing up for my life.

I am tired—but I am not defeated.

And this morning, that is enough.

From My Tower
With Flava 🌻