Category: My Life
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Blog Challenge|š¤ When Time Stopped: How the Pandemic Changed My Perspective on Life
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life? š¤ When Time Stopped: How the Pandemic Changed My Perspective on Life By Lady Flava They say time changes everythingābut some moments in life donāt just change youā¦ They crack you open. They demand reflection. They force you to see whatās…
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H&W|Heyā¦ We Tried: A Day in the Life of Real Healthcare
Heyā¦ We Tried: A Day in the Life of Real Healthcare By Lady Flava Some days at work flow smoothly. Others? They spin like a record on the wrong speedāand somehow, you just keep dancing with it. Today was one of those days. It started with one patient. One appointment. One family visiting from out…
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Blog Challenge|āWas Today Typical? I Showed Up Anyway.ā
Was today typical? āWas Today Typical? I Showed Up Anyway.ā This morning, I didnāt want to go to work. Not because of fearā¦ but because the peace Iāve been working so hard to protect didnāt want to be disturbed. But I went anyway. Was today typical? I guess that depends on how you define typical.…
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āItās Tuesday: When the Universe Saysā¦ Good Luck!ā
āItās Tuesday: When the Universe Saysā¦ Good Luck!ā Have you ever had a day where things just donāt flow ā and you canāt even explain why? Welcome to Tuesday. Now, Iāve heard people complain about Mondays ā the dread, the sluggish start, the coffee not hitting fast enough. But Tuesday? Tuesday is sneakier. Itās the…
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65|65 and Countingā¦ and Restless
65 and Countingā¦ and Restless It felt like a long day at work. Yes, I was bored. Now Iām home, and somehow time feels like itās dragging in slow motion. Maybe the Universe is whispering: āShave your legs.ā āTake those dinner dishes downstairs.ā āThereās an itch you canāt quite scratchāgo figure it out.ā I could…
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Blog Challenge|Description of Lady Flava
How would you describe yourself to someone? šæ How Would I Describe Myself? My father was a first-generation Japanese American, born in the United States. My mother was the only child of a German immigrantāfirst and only generation, born here as well. I was raised in the Black community of Seattle, Washington, attending predominately Black…
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Thinking Out Loud|No One Is Normal
š No One Is Normal A Truth That Sets Us Free We grow up chasing something called ānormal.ā Act normal. Look normal. React normally. Learn the way everyone else does. Donāt stand out too muchābut donāt fall behind either. What no one tells you isā¦ No one is actually normal. Weāre all just performing. Some…
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š» From Poopsie to SereniKey: My Journey, My Tools, My Truth
š» From Poopsie to SereniKey: My Journey, My Tools, My Truth For over two decades, Poopsie has been by my side. She was named by My Peaceāthe morning I packed up my life and pulled away from his home, heading toward the unknown that waited for me in Las Vegas. From that moment on, she…
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