I forgot to be sad.

While singing terribly, I forgot to be sad.

While praying for others, I forgot to be sad.

While working through the work day, I forgot to be sad.

While being about being about it, I forgot to be sad.

While sharing the burden of a loved one, I forgot to be sad.

While pouring my heart out to God, I forgot to be sad.

While, doing meal prep whilst singing badly, still, I forgot to be sad.

While showering a night’s worth of sad, disappoinment, and anger, I forgot to be sad.

While counting all my blessings, I forgot to be sad.

While acknowledging how far I have come, I forgot to be sad.

While recognizing how far I have to go, I forgot to be sad.

Sad got mad and took off.

Makes me no never mind. I had forgotten ’bout her anywho…*shrug*

hopeful,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

P.S. If you may have noticed, I like to end my pieces by calling out where, what and whose I am. Sometimes, it’s good, it’s necessary to declare where, what and whose you are. Get after it.

• 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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢