Keep moving.

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There are days, weeks, months, even, when the LAST thing I prefer to do is to keep moving. Getting out of bed, is an effort. Making life, er, coffee, is an effort. Getting dressed, is an effort. Deciding what to eat for breakfast, is an effort. Having to eat, said breakfast, is an effort.

Effort.

Effort!

EFFORT!!

At times, good egads, life takes some much damned effort!

What’s worse, during those times, our want to, well, it just don’t want to….*shrug*….don’t blame it, though. I sure have wanted to, here lately.

How I have felt, however, is beside the point…*sigh*. I already feel my want to getting revved up to let me know that I HAVE to keep going.

Keep going.

Keep moving,

Keep believing.

Keep caring.

Keep trying.

Keep shouting into the damned void demanding it give us our hopes, dreams, healings, families, jobs, vacations, coffee, fried chicken, bacon(don’t judge me. I love me some bacon!), and all the manner of people, places and things we have been yelling into the void to and or for.

Exhausting, yall.

All this hoping, dreaming, believing, receiving, giving, waiting, LIVEing, yada, yada, rinse and repeat.

Yet, we gotsa keep it moving, we have GOT to keep believing, loving, trying, trying, trying,…whew….this living thing sure takes effort.

Effort.

Effort!

EFFORT!!!

My want to just don’t wannu!….*stamps foot*.

Today, now, this morning, just feels like a longer version of yesterday. And, yesterday took FOREVER to get the heck out of here. Good egads. I know. I know. Not supposed to just ‘endure’ our days. At times, though, I must admit that I grow a bit weary with all this effort of growing.

I also admit, I am enjoying ALL these steps. Even, the hard ones. Even, the boring ones. Even, the long ones. Even, the lonely ones. Each of them are revealing a new me, a better me, the original me that God and Life intended for me, in the first place.

The me BEFORE all hell had broken loose, on my life. Before I broke all the hell loose on my life. Before, others broke all the hell loose on my life. Hell! Crap!

Each and every time we keep on going, keep on moving, keep on believing, keep on loving, keep on receiving, keep on shouting into that damned void to give us our goods already, we grow.

We grow:

Closer, to the miracle called us.

Closer, to those dreams.

Closer, to all the healing.

Closer, to the love meant for us.

Closer, to one another as we continue to strive with and for one another.

Closer, to accepting ALL of ourselves. Not just the parts we think will be received and loved.

Closer, to God.

Closer, to Life.

Closer, to our friends.

Closer, to venturing out to making friends if we don’t currently have them.

Closer, to laughing at our mistakes. Knowing those mistakes are, in fact, revealing the greatness ALREADY locked deep insdie.

Closer, to our families.

Closer, to our venturing out to build a family if we don’t yet have one of our own.

Closer, to the knowledge that we know absolutely NOTHING and that’s okay.

Closer, to understanding we are so much more than our effort, what we do or don’t do, what we have or don’t have.

Closer.

Closer!

WE ARE GETTING CLOSER, BELOVEDS!!

Keep going.

Keep moving.

You CAN do this.

You WILL do this.

Tell defeat to go on ahead and kick some rocks. STOP kicking yourself for where you are not yet yet…lol.

Love yourself, today.

LIVE, today.

Love someone, today.

Let someone love you, today.

God and Life has your back. As do, I. In prayer for you and for me.

We got this.

Let’s get it!!

loving me some you,

Cassandra

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