Joy was just waiting for you to ask her to dance.

YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS!!!

*Cassandra spins joy around, laughing, whilst Life spins with her*

Come on, somebody, chair dance with me.

HHHHHHEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY!!

The joy, my heart feels, is miles and miles away from the sad, tired, soul, called Jaybird, which woke, this morning.

Life is much too short to leave joy buried underneath whatever you may have it buried under. Scrape your way out. Sing your way out. Love your way out. She is there. Waiting. Quietly rooting for you.

Ask joy to come dance with you. She shall. It is true that weeping may endure, for the night. Yet, joy shall be there, in the morning. Waiting. For you.

The trick is CHOOSING to try. Just try. I know. The very thought of trying, is awfully trying, some days.

Try anyway.

You shall find joy was just waiting for you to ask her to dance.

Time to split. Joy is waiting her turn. She says to hurry up already…..lol….

joyful through it all,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

• BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
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• IT ME!