Hard week. Hard month. Hard year. I rushed to the rescue, yesterday.
My heart is tired, today. Told God and Life I was in need of my posse, today. No one came. I decided to be my own posse. I gave myself permission to let the world have it’s say, today, without me.
I have decided to be a posse, of one, to take care of me, today.
Today, I rest.
Tomorrow, I fight on.
Alone?
With others?
No matter.
I shall fight on.
Tomorrow.
Today, I shall be a posse of one.
grateful,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe


I’m here fighting on too!
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