I just…am.

I just…am.

I will be 54 on Thursday.

Fresh hell.

LOL.

In all those years, in this last year of hard, I have learned that I am just…

I am just…well…I just am.

And, that is enough, it seems.

For, God.

For, Life.

For, those who truly love and care for me.

They have been trying to tell me this, it appears, my whole life long.

Sadly, I couldn’t hear them. Not really.

Fear, got in the way.

Rather, I allowed fear, to get in their way. My way. Our way.

No more.

I have given myself permission to just…

To just…be.

Me.

She, I, yea, we are enough.

For, me.

For, God.

For, Life.

For, those who truly love and care for me.

What of the rest, you ask?

The rest, can go on ahead and kick some rocks.

I just…am.

doing/being me,
Cassandra

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