Take out the trash tomorrow, Cassandra.

I’m trying to stay busy.

I have been trying to stir up the energy to take out the trash.

Trying to do things to occupy sad. Yet, sad just wants to be, well, sad.

To just…be.

I am finding it difficult, it seems, to be, to feel, in real time.

I’m used to taking care of and encouraging the whole damn world. I’ll get to my own, in time.

Now, both sad and my time are demanding their time. They are ready to have their say. They are tired of me putting them on the back burner to be dealt with later.

Later shrugged at me and suggested I be about being about it and dealing with sad and my time.

If I were to be honest, I would admit I am a bit afraid of my time. I am bit afraid my time will leave me disappointed.

Truth be told, I am already storing up that’s alrights and that’s okays and I will be alrights in case my time does not bring along some of my hopes and dreams.

I so want to let Yipppeees do their things and let out some yippeees in hopes that my posse has come.

I’m not certain how much longer I can make this lemonade. I think I shall take them to The Father and see what He shall do with them. What He shall do/say with/for me.

brb,

Cassandra

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