Joy Wasted with KB Dickey

Let me tell you something real quick: the spark is back, baby! That little flicker that was barely holding on? It done caught flame. I’m walking different now. My stride is returning — not all at once, but little by little. And that’s the beauty of it.

See, sometimes life will hit you with foggy brain, burnout, fatigue, and a whole lotta “I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” But let me be the one to tell you: you can. You will. You just gotta hang on.

Sometimes all you can do is stand. And that’s okay. Stand until you can walk.
Walk until you can jog.
Jog until you can run.
Run until you can take flight and soar.

That’s the rhythm of recovery. That’s the beat of resilience. And baby, I’m dancing to it now.

I’ve been in the trenches — mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I’ve had days where the fog was so thick I couldn’t see my own reflection. But I kept showing up. I kept whispering to myself, “Hold on, sis. You’re coming back.”

And now? I’m here. I’m present. I’m powerful.
I’m reclaiming my glory — not just the shine, but the substance. The part of me that knows who she is, what she brings, and why she’s unstoppable.

So if you’re in that place — that tired, worn-out, “I don’t know if I got it in me” place — let me be your reminder: you do. You’re not broken. You’re just rebuilding. And baby, when you come back? Whew. You gon’ be a force.

Hang on. Your flame is waiting.

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