Keep going.

Keep going.

My heart keeps saying for me to keep going. I wanted to tell my heart to go kick some rocks, already. Alas, she refused to listen.

“Keep going”, she whispered to me. “I’m tired”, I whispered back. “I know”, she said. “But, keep going”.

I, keep going.

For, mom.

For, me.

For, God.

For, Life.

For, you.

Keep going.

I made myself make my now weekly chili. Only, today, I didn’t have a yipppee, inside me. I had a sigh. Two sighs. Ten. I sighed, my way, through this day. I sighed, my way, through making my now famous chili. I sighed, through work. I sighed, through endless cups of coffee.

I sighed, tried, kept going.

Now, at days’ end, as I swap out a hard days work and don a night’s quiet evening, I am satisfied. For, I kept going.

Keep going, beloveds. Make your way, scrape your way, have your way, but keep going.

We CAN.

We HAVE.

We WILL.

going with you,

Cassandra

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