I don’t get invited to many weddings, no shade but it just got me thinking. The married folks I do know don’t really keep me in mind like that, and honestly? That realization lowkey stung. Not in a bitter way, just in that “hmm… noted” kind of way. It made me re-evaluate what kind of friend I’ve been or felt like in certain circles. And whew… ion like dat.

This week I interviewed for a new social club in DC (I might link it later), and listen… I love the idea of having intentional, intellectual gatherings. Grown convos. Power moves. Wine and realness. But when I walked away from the interview, I couldn’t shake the feeling—it just didn’t feel Black enough. And not in the “we need more diversity” kind of way. Nah. I want to be in rooms full of us. Smart, soft, passionate, protective, joyful us.

So yeah, I’m still in this season of evaluation. Quietly checking my circles. Checking my energy. Checking myself. But I’m also not rushing through the days. I’m letting the sun hit my face. Laughing when I can. Watering the plants. Kissing Dru’s little forehead. Finding joy in the middle of my questioning.

Soft, steady growth. That’s the vibe. 💐🖤

XOXO, Drea