I can not begin to express my:
Shock.
Dismay.
Horror.
When reaching into my perfectly folded, er, tossed in the hamper, though, perfectly laundered, laundry. Only, to come away with……
Granny panties!
*Screams of horror could be heard the world over by EVERY woman alive, dead or otherwise,*
The after affects, the after shock, of what happened after comforting eating my way through the months leading up to Mother’s Day. I had been doing well. Or, so I thought. I was eating healthy. I was cooking. I was being about being about it.
Yet, slowly, I found myself slowly retreating. From, life. From, others. Just a tad. Not enough where it was noticeable. Much.
After a while, I realized my heart had been hiding, somewhere, deep inside. I cajoled her to come on out. I talked to her. She talked to me. I shared her with family. We shared memories of mom, of a motherless Mother’s Day and had a really nice motherless Mother’s Day.
Now, I am dealing with the aftermath of the aftershocks:
Granny panties….Yikes!
I have learned, though, to not get down on myself. Life hit me hard. That’s okay. I wasn’t okay, for a bit. That’s okay. I hid. That’s okay. I came back out. That’s okay. I have to buy new undies. That’s okay.
It’s important to not judge yourself too harshly, beloveds, when you find you have stretched yourself in ways not quite helpful. All you can do is to get back to your TRY. As best you can. Forgive yourself and keep it moving. Buy some new undies and get back to living and enjoying your life.
enjoying life with you with my new undies,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersMe
Note: Be encouraged. After affects are just a part of living, of growing. Keep on being you. Don’t punish yourself by making yourself wear granny panties that no longer fit. I have lost some pounds and those babies were hanging every which way…..hahahahahahahaha!! I love you. Love yourself, would you please?
- 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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 
Wombie.
I find myself dealing with my own aftershocks, which you had been so lovingly trying to assist me with, when I went, “Hmph! I got this!” And then I promptly fell flat on my face and injested a half a pack of smokes and an RC to boot. Grrrrrr!
However, as a wise ooooooooooooooold decrepit soul once said (“It was HER, officer! She’s right over there making goulash and oyster crackers! Place her under arrest! HMPH!!!)…as I was saying, as someone in the know once said, all I have to do is TRY. That’s all that God and Life requires. And so, I shall.
Help, wombie! I don’t know what to do with this particular mountain!
*Cassie rushes to the Father, flings herself dramatically across His Lap, then immediately begins caterwauling about this, that, and hither PLUS yon…*this is going to take a while…*sob*
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