Real talk: I need tomorrow’s sun to come out TODAY.

I did not FEEL like starting today.

I started, today.

I did not FEEL like, singing the sun WILL come out tomorrow.

I sang, the sun WILL come out tomorrow.

Dammit!

I need tomorrow’s sun to go on ahead and come out……TODAY!!!

*Cassandra stomps around delicately, mindful of the neighbors…crap…dammit…pout….dammit!!…*

I know. I know!

Things WILL get better.

My/our dreams WILL come true.

Life WILL get easier.

The sun….DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!

Whew! I just HAD to get that off my chest, beloveds.

Living, TRULY living, can get awfully tough. The time, in between, the seeing of the thing, to the BEING of the thing, can be, well, dammit, it can be:

Exhausting.

Frustrating.

Maddening.

Frightening.

Discouraging and every other ‘ing’ one can think of.

So, what do we DO with us, with our hearts, when we are feeling, BEING this way?

We can not:

Hide.

Give up.

Give in.

Run away.

Go backwards.

We can NOT give up on:

Ourselves.

Our, dreams.

Our, hopes.

Love.

Each other.

God.

Life.

We MUST:

Fight, on.

Keep, on.

Keep, going.

Through:

Tears.

Frustration.

Fear.

Depression.

Anger.

Irritation.

Discouragement.

Despair.

It’s okay, beloveds, to feel these things. Truly, it is. Go on ahead and have a tantrum, cry, mad, sad. Whatever it is you need to do, beloveds. Do it, then dammit, get back in the fight and sing at the top of your lungs……THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW.

Can I tell you a secret, beloveds? I delicious, life changing secret?? Okay, come real close, lean in here, to me. We can’t give the secret away to folks not ready for it. You ready? Here goes…

The sun is ALWAYS shining. Behind the clouds. It never left. It is STILL there, beloveds. Still, behind your circumstances. Still, behind your situations. Still, amidst ALL that is fighting with you. Through your darkest of darkness, the sun, The Son, The Father, Life, STILL is there. Fighting with and FOR you.

It’s okay, to be tired. It’s okay to WANT to give up, to give in. Just can’t do those things. I shall happily cry, kavetch, cut up and act a fool with you. We SHALL get through, together, beloveds.

We CAN.

We WILL.

What did I end up doing, in the height of today’s mad, todays’ I just could give two damns, todays’s I don’t feel like doing this day? I got up, I am doing the damn day, I stormed delicately into the kitchen, and put on a pot of my now world famous chili and began singing, badly.

Ah!…..*Cassandra hugs self as the delicious smells of chili wafts by. Cassandra dances stunningly round the living room(my dream so I can dance how I want to. Don’t judge me). Cassandra awaits chili and tomorrow’s sun.*

Keep going, beloveds. Keep going. God and Life has got us. We shall look back on this time and laugh. Ha! I think not. This too, however, nevertheless SHALL pass.

The main thing, beloveds, is HOW you shall be, after the storm is over. This storm WILL pass. They all do. How shall you be? In a crumpled heap, defeated, alone, forever defeated and discouraged!?

Hell to the No!!!!!

Tell ALL the ings to go on head and kick rocks and make the damn chili.

I love me some you.

Cassandra

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