Keep your promise to you.

What in the fresh hell!!?

I admit it. This was NOT the most ideal wake up thought, of a morning. If you had been woken with lights blaring in your eyes, after laying in blissful, quiet darkness, you may have done the same.

Truth be told, I had been grumpily awaiting aforementioned lights glare. I had my Google Mini set to turn lights on, promptly, at 8:00 am. What madness! What IDIOT wanted lights blaring TWO HOURS BEFORE I HAVE TO??!!!!

Oh, yea, it was me. My new weekly schedule, remember?

Oh, yea, THAT…*Cassandra pouts delicately and quietly so as not to wake neighbors, some of whom could give two hoots and kept her up ALL Saturday causing her to do Saturdays’ chores on Sunday causing her to….*….hmm….opppps…..sorry bout that….different post….don’t judge me, I am not fully awake, having been waken by lights blaring, to start my new weekly schedule….*sigh*….

So, here I sit, writing, writing of all things(don’t judge me it’s on the schedule so I can get my book project off the ground), drinking French Vanilla coffee, boiled eggs eaten(yeppers both on the schedule and done), pouting, fussing, yet keeping my promise, to me, in following my schedule and keeping myself on track.

I will admit, soon as the lights came on, the argument started. And, I mean IMMEDIATELY.

Me: I do NOT feel like getting up extra early, today.

Me: You promised.

Me: Who did I promise, though?

Me: You promised, you, beloved. Remember?

Me: Yea, but, well, it’s just ME, though. Who will know, anywho? Who will care? Who will it affect if I sleep in, just a bit more?

Me: It will hurt you, beloved.

Me: Now, this is true. But, what if we decide to start later? How about tomorrow?

Me: You don’t know how many tomorrows you have left. Also, how many times have you promised you would do this, that or the other, only to never do it, half do it, fuss your way through it, rush through it, on and on?

Me: Okay. Okay! Don’t judge me. It’s just as much your fault as it is mine.

Me: Get going, you wasting time. Time you don’t have.

Me: Okay. Okay!

*Covers flying every which way, Cassandra delicately storms through the apartment, yelling for Google Mini to turn lights BACK ON DAMMIT, stomped lightly to kitchen, slammed pot on stove, dumped stupid eggs in the damned dumb too early to be up pot, thought of smaking keurig around, dismissed said thought, gently handled keurig pleading for her to hurry up and get the coffee out already!!! Fresh hell!!, fussed at her laptop who was smart enough to keep quiet whilst she fired up the laptop, ripped open fresh Word documents and got into the day, TWO HOURS EARLY MIND YOU*…

I now have ten minutes to try and save you some morning foolishness. Keep your promise to you. Life is much too short. Those things you have been dreaming about, get on out of your comfy bed/shell/self and get to getting after it. How? How the world would I know? Am trying to figure mine out as I go. Ah! I am going, though!

Get going!

Turn them lights on!

Make the call.

Reach out the hand.

Give a hug.

Receive some offered love.

Offer some love.

Whatever you do, get to doing something. We need what YOU have. Only ONE you, beloved. Best get to living the one life you have, eh?

living with you,

Cassandra

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