Unapolgetically me: I may not have tomorrow.

I have been trying to be good. I promise I have. I told myself I would limit myself to posting three times, only. Yep. Yeppers, I PROMISED myself, beloveds, I would NOT flood this blog, then your inbox, with pages and pages of love, endless yakking and lots of coffee and foolishness.

I told myself I would write the pieces, save them as drafts, and gingerly sprinkle them, through your tomorrows.

My heart, though, keeps reminding me, I may not have tomorrow.

Tomorrow, beloveds, is NOT promised. The only promise we have, currently, is the current moment. That’s it. Even then, we have NO idea how many moments, in this day, currently, we have left.

Also, I am just tired of having to censure myself from caring so much.

I care.

A lot.

So, what?

There are much worse things to be accused of, after all.

So, I shall continue to love the only way I know how:

Loudly.

Fully.

Proudly.

Joyfully.

Presently.

Intentionally.

Gladly.

Unrepentently.

And all the other ly’s one can/may think of.

So, what?

loving you unapologetically,

Me(aka Cassandra)

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short. Nuff said. Get to living it. What the world are you waiting for!? Get after 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