Category: A Day in The Life of Lady Flava
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RealTalk|When What You Bring Is No Longer Valued
Sometimes the hardest part of growth isn’t the work — it’s realizing that the space you’re in no longer values what you bring. This is my truth, spoken with clarity and self-respect.
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ASipOfFlava|Writing as My Daily Commitment
Writing became more than words for me — it became a commitment, a calm, and a way to process life. This A Sip of Flava is about finding an outlet that helps you breathe, reflect, and reconnect with yourself — especially when life feels heavy.
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ASipOfFlava|My Penguin, Columbia
Sometimes a small family joke turns into something meaningful. From a little waddle to a penguin named Columbia, this is a reflection on embracing who you are, moving at your own pace, and finding joy in the most unexpected connections.
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Blog Challenge|When Am I Most Happy?
Happiness doesn’t look like fireworks anymore. It looks like warmth, peace, good coffee, love that’s stood the test of time, and moments that quietly settle into the heart. This is what joy looks like for me now—simple, honest, and deeply felt.
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ASipOfFlava|Learning From the Young Ones**
I may be old school, but the young ones at work keep me laughing, learning, and feeling cared for. From indie music and mystery slang to Starbucks runs and quiet acts of kindness — this generation brings more heart than they get credit for. ☕✨
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H&W|Listen To Your Body
Listening to my body during a storm reminded me how powerful awareness, support, and speaking up at the right time can be — especially when weather, pain, and timing collide.
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RealTalk|When Being an Empath Starts Showing Up in Your Body
Being an empath isn’t just emotional — it’s physical. Lately, my body has been reminding me that feeling deeply without protection has a cost. This is a Real Talk about awareness, boundaries, and learning how to care for ourselves without losing our compassion.
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ASipOf Flava|My Love For Coffee
Coffee has never been about the caffeine for me. It’s about the calm, the comfort, and the quiet moments where I slow down and simply arrive. This is a reflection on coffee as an experience, not a rush.

