Christmas week is awfully tough for those who have lost loved ones, are single, and those who feel ‘old’. Being as I was all three, at once, you can imagine my life being filled with joyous yipppees and days. NOT!
Short Cassandra rant here:
Must EVERY kiss begin with Kay? Really?! Can Kay not be a bit more discreet and feel more compassion to those who don’t have a prince, princess or…hmm. Not sure what other nouns or pronouns to use here. Apologies.
Must Hallmark elicit tears for EVERY commercial? Does a mother/daughter tandem HAVE to be baking cookies?!
Why did/does sports HAVE to give in and betray us old, missing folk, single selves and show postcards of players and their moms, significant others on between every other blasted play?! Traitors!! Sell outs!!
Rant over. Christmas ended. New Year’s Eve came and dropped off fresh hell. I dropped everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. ALL I did, Christmas week, was eat PBJ sandwiches and watch Marvel Movies. ALL week. I don’t know why peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are so comforting. With strawberry jam, carefully spread amongst accommodating creamy peanut butter. NO chunky! Chunky makes the bread, well, chunky.
I went through two loaves of bread. TWO! Half a jar of strawberry jam, carefully spread amongst accommodating creamy peanut butter. Had to keep going, you see. Had to make my way, in the meantime, through Christmas week. I had to, get through Christmas, so I could make it through Christmas and beyond.
Who knew that beyond Christmas, would come New Year’s Eve. Fresh hell!?
The hardest bit of walking, it seems, is in the ‘in the meantime’ of life. At least, it has been for me these last years. Yet, we must keep on going. We must. Life is short. Too short, yet long enough to make a difference, to BE a difference, to be THE difference.
In the meantime, try, just a little.
In the meantime, turn on a light. Just one. You don’t have to light the whole forest.
In the meantime, rest, if you need to.
In the meantime, cry, if you need to.
In the meantime, tell whatever or whomever, to go on head and kick rocks, if you need to.
In the meantime, remember, you are loved. No matter what it feels like.
In the meantime, know, you still got this. No matter what it seems like.
In the meantime, believe, you can do this. No matter what it looks like.
In the meantime:
Do.
Be.
Say.
Live.
Love.
We are NOT our pain. We are NOT the tough things that happen to us. We are. Just that. We just are.
Instead of waiting for life to happen to and for you, get to happening to some life! Let life know you be a bad mama jamma and be about being about it. No matter what. No matter why. No matter who.
Quit is no longer in our handbook. Never again, beloveds. Never again. We don’t have time for the quit. Only for the TRY.
TRYing with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- 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
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