Tag: Lady Flava Reflections
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RealTalk|Lady Flava Shifted
There was a time when my world was loud, fast, and filled with promoting others. That season mattered. But this one is different. Today, I’m choosing quiet, healing, and telling my own story — and that feels right.
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ASipOfFlava|God’s Art
Monday – A Sip of Flava One of the unexpected blessings of working from home is getting to witness God’s Art right outside my tower windows. The sky is never the same twice. The clouds shift, the light changes, the colors and textures move like a living canvas. No two moments look alike—and somehow, that…
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RealTalk|A&E|Why Some Music Stays With Us
Some music doesn’t just play in the background—it becomes part of who we are. The songs we grew up with still live in our memories, tied to moments, people, and eras that shaped us.
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H&W|Treat Yourself
Treating yourself isn’t selfish—it’s healing. Sometimes the smallest joys restore the most energy. Today is a reminder to slow down, be intentional, and give yourself permission to enjoy what makes you feel good.
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RealTalk| It Was One of Those Days
Some days don’t need fixing. They just need to be put down gently. Today was one of those days—the kind where your body speaks louder than words and rest becomes the only honest response. Letting go isn’t weakness. It’s listening.
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ASipOfFlava|Elders Value in 2026
Sometimes the most meaningful influence is quiet — noticed in small shifts, gentle pauses, and growth you didn’t force. ☕🌻
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Daily Intention |Sunday
Sunday Intention Nourish. Grow. Inspire. Self-destruction is not an option. I choose care over chaos. Growth over fear. Purpose over distraction. What I believe, I will achieve. My energy is mine — and I spend it where it matters. I remember: I can do hard things that are necessary.
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ASipOfFlava|The Simple Gifts
This one stays gentle, grateful, and relatable—no overthinking, just a moment captured.
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ASipOfFlava|Remembering Way Back When
Coffee, pancakes, and memories that still warm my heart. Some of the best conversations—and dreams—were born at the breakfast table.

