Count It All Joy.

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Count it ALL joy. Even, yea, especially the tough things.

I know I have been missing in action. Purposefully. Just needed a bit of time, for me, to catch my breath. Just for a bit.

Now, I rise.

Staggered, from body blows.

Yet, here.

Still.

A bit, slower.

Yet, here.

Still.

Counting, losses.

Counting, blessings.

Counting, lessons learned, from the losses.

Counting, blessings gained from having learned that I could, I can, I currently am, surviving a Thanos fingers snap.

Count it ALL joy, beloveds. You wouldn’t be you, without the snaps, the mishaps, the perhaps.

I wouldn’t be me, without those things.

Look not in disgust, beloveds, at your past, your pain, your having been a pain in the ass. We, ALL of us, have been good, bad AND ugly.

Count it ALL joy.

We are NOT our greatest achievements.

We are NOT our greatest mistakes and tragedies.

We are.

Simple as that.

Complicated as that.

Nuff said,

Cassandra

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