I was tired.
Just the THOUGHT of another Monday coming, made me tired. I thought of how things would probably be the same rinse/repeat cycle of fighting for, praying for, waiting for, struggling with a writing dream that just won’t get here already!
Dammit.
DAMMIT!!!
I soooooooooooooooooo want to tell this dream to kick rocks, to take two seats and to leave me the hell alone because it is utter hell waiting for it to get here already!
Fresh hell.
What’s worse, God and Life are forever cheering me on and telling me to keep on keeping on and trying when the LAST thing I want to keep doing is to keep doing and trying and waiting and not knowing and figuring out that I don’t KNOW how dammint to figure this writing thing out!!!!!!!!
God: Write.
Me: Leave me alone already!!
God: Write.
Me: Why? Nobody gives two flying flips about MY words. I am the old, fat, ugly, don’t know what the fresh hell I am doing WOMAN, don’t You know?!
God: Write.
Me:…*stomping to the computer*.
I will.
Fresh hell.
writing to whomever gives a good hoot whilst waiting on the stupid lemons of life to show up at the blasted door to teach me whatever the hell they are supposed to teach me before my ridiculous dreams either comes true or laugh at me for being dumb enough to be waiting STILL,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Okay, so do you REALLY need for me to spell out the moral here? Keep making the blasted lemonade. Someone can enjoy a glass whilst you wait. Who knows? They may bring some snacks to enjoy with it!
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- 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
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 