Life, has been, a pain.
Work, can kick rocks, lately.
God, has worked the last of my nerves, showing burning bushes and whispering sweet nothings of all that I can say, live, love and do without showing me how to do them!!!!
Ack!
Egads!
Yikes!
Whew!!
Scuze me, beloveds. Had to blow off a bit of steam there.
So, here I found myself staring at a pile of tangled up life.
Fresh hell!
Reminds me of mom’s goulash. She would scrounge the fridge and cabinets for whatever was left in there.
She would then dump said contents into whatever crockpot, electric skillet or pot sitting near.
Ew!
Some of the experiments looked positive gross. Yet, some of the tastiest dishes were of those what in the fresh hell is THAT?! dishes mom would make.
Thinking of her goulash, I decided to try making some. I took some leftover taco meat, can of potatoes, can of green beans, handful of shredded cheese, glop full of Irish butter. Added a pinch of this, a dash of that and all manner of spices.
Mixed all with an extra helping of Dear Lawd I sure hope this works, and let it all cook/simmer and do what it do.
Yummers!
It came out absolutely delish!
In the past, I would have been afraid to try. I would tell myself I would waste food. I would admonish myself that I would put in too many spices. I would lament I would not add enough spices. By the time I was finished, I would have ended up eating a ‘safe’ peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Don’t get me wrong. I love a good PBJ. But, not when hankering for some goulash.
Thinking of my successful goulash, I looked upon my what in the fresh hell do I do with dreams and pondered on what/how? I know absolutely nothing. Whilst knowing nothing, I went ahead, FINALLY, and figured out how to edit my About Page.
Hmmm….
How about that?!
*Cassandra looks pleasantly surprised at her About Me page*
Then,…*shrug*. The ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS thought came to create a GoFundMe Page and shoot for 100 grand so I can start my sabbatical, write, rest, get my health together, write, write, write and write. Folks have and had, set up and successfully achieved absolutely ridiculous, at times, it appears, goals and were doing this, that and the other thing.
Why not, I said to myself.
Why not, try?
It may not work.
*shrug*
It is the TRY that was important.
So, I made my GoFundMe Page. And, i did as suggested and shared with a few friends and family. What’s more, I shared my dreams, with my wombie, and dreamed out loud of what I would do. To find out what those things would be…*shrug*…go to my Help Me Get Loud Page and help a sista out. At the very least, share the link with a hedge fund billionaire you know….
Anywho, I looked upon this goulash called my try, hopes, dreams, tears, frustrations, prayers, etc, mixed them with laughter, joy, music, chair-dancing and a touch of Yikes! and Egads! and presented it to God and Life.
This is what I told Them:
Thank You, for allowing me to share my dreams, outloud. Should the answer continue to be no, i shall continue to do the best I can to encourage folk and let them know they are loved and NOT alone. Thank You, for teaching me how very short life is. Thank You, for helping me to understand that I am enough. THAT, is enough. Help folk know that. Thank You, for teaching me how to enjoy goulash. Both eating it AND making it. Your friend, Cassandra
Life is short.
Try.
Make goulash.
It may look ridiculous but it sure tastes good!
cooking with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
- 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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
- IT ME!
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 