Whew.
Whew!
WHEW!!
That’s what I said, beloveds, after TWO HOURS 😱😡🤬 of packing up a laptop to mail off to my wombie.
Self-satisfied smirk, upon my super wonderful and giving self, I self-satisfiedly prepared to snatch up car keys to get my car package off to the mail.
To my GREAT horror, and eternal shame, I felt a light tapping on my shoulder:
Power cord: Okay, so, um, nice wrapping. I see how snuggly, precisely and safely you packed up the laptop for your wombie. But, um, I hate to even say this…
Me: Can you hurry up, already?! I am hot, tired, annoyed with fighting with tape and styrofoam for two blasted hours!🤬😡. Well!!?
Power cord: Well, when. Egads! had best tell you. Hey, Egads!?
Egads!: Yea?…*Egads! leans over as Power cord whispers something*…o, my…hhhmm. Think Yikes! needs to be the one to tell it…hey, Yikes!?
Yikes!: What’s up? What’s with the pow wow?…hhhmm?…*Yikes! leans over and listens*…*GASPS *…heck no, I ain’t telling that!
*Yikes! and Egads! both decide to kick rocks and makes hasty exits*🏇🏃♂️
Power cord: It appears you may have forgotten to pack something.
Me: What could I possibly have forgotten?! I made a list! I double checked everything. EVERYTHING!
Power cord: You forgot to pack ME. 🤷♀️
Me:🙃🤔🤨🤯😭😱🤡🙊🙈🙉
*Self-satisfied smile now turned upside down, Cassandra digs up another box to pack the Power cord*…sheesh.
Don’t judge me, beloveds, it has been a long year…lol.
Forgetting the power cord was just a nice reminder to slow down, to make sure I have myself plugged in, to My Source, the right source, to ensure I am working correctly.
It’s a reminder, we can’t do this life on our own.
It’s a reminder, we may think we have done all, have packed it all in there, only to discover we have missed a step or two or ten out of haste or fatigue or any and all of the other things that tend to pop up to keep us from packing up our source.
It’s a reminder, ALL we can do, are required to do, is to empty our cup, best as we can, through the day and leave the outcome up to God and Life.
IF, you have done your best to be about being about it…
IF, you have emptied your cup and loved as hard and as long and to/for as many as you could…
IF, you have LIVED…
IF, you have LOVED…
IF, you have SAID…
If, and ONLY if, you have done these things, breathe, release yourself, from the fatiguing confines, of the day, and rest.
For, tomorrow, we:
Rinse.
Repeat.
Get up, beloveds!
Get after it!
Go!
Now!
going with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 
Plug in!…speaking of which…*Cassandra heads for the Kuerig *. Great idea!!…hehe…okay, so easy on the queasy inducing descriptions in your posts. I have an active imagination. By the by, mom and mum said hey. 😁😎
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This might sound really, really silly, but I do take great comfort in the thought, that your mom and my mum might be sitting up there, chatting, eating cake and having a laugh.
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Doesn’t sound silly at all. I yak to mom about you and I. We be mates, somehow, someway. So, no reason to think our meeting was not orchestrated by mom and your mum, eh? Am sure they have a compact to be up all in our business to make sure we are okay. In fact, am sure we are both in their pockets. That brings me comfort. As hopefully it does you as well. Even though you a veggie!🤨
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Love this, Cassandra! Could have been an episode of my life… Been there, done it. Must remember to plug myself in…
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