Fix-her-upper: Invest in you.

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I am one of those fix-her-upper.

You know, one of those run down, dilapidated houses you can buy cheap, fix, then sell for an exorbitant price.

I am going to be worth millions, I tell ya, once I am all dolled up and fixed.

*Cassandra daydreams about a day where her home, being her body, is all fixed up. Almost new. Shiny. Warm. Inviting. She shall have a wrap around porch. She shall have inviting porch furniture. Folks shall be able to sit and visit and daydream upon her porch steps. She shall have pretty curtains adorning spotless bay windows.

Inside, she shall have lovingly polished hard wood floors. Floors just meant to dance on, in socks and undies, of course. In the dark, in the sunlight. Her kitchen shall be filled with stainless steel appliances ready to produce lovely breads, goulash and especially oyster crackers!

Her living room shall have comfy seating where God, Life, Yikes!, Egads!, Jesus, Michael(archangel), mom and herself could play endless games of gin rummy. No cheating mom! The basement and actic will contain…nothing! Her heart, mind and soul has been set free of ALL baggage. Ah!*

Yassssssssssss, I am a fix-her-upper. I have invested much love, much try, much prayer, much fight, much tears, much this, much that, much the other thing, to get me to the place where I am:

Livable.

Loveable.

Maintained.

Precious.

Priceless.

This, me, a place before considered non essential, by me, is my most prized possession: Me.

Me!!

I am unique.

I have been restored.

I have been transformed.

I am continually being…

Remade.

Renewed.

Used.

Lived in.

Loved on.

Come, seek shelter. This world can be a cold place. I have goulash and an oyster cracker to share. If you ask nicely, I may pour you a nice glass of lemonade. Made, by my own hands. From the lemons life seems fit to send me every other five and a half seconds, it feels like…lol.

Be sure to invest in YOU, beloveds. The stock market has nothing for you. All the money in the wide world won’t help a heart lost, a heart lonely, a heart fearful, a heart anxious, a heart hiding. Love yourself. The world, if it is wise, will wisen up and love you back. If not, it is the world’s loss, not yours.

Invest in YOU. Spend time on the dream you have been dreaming. Reach out to that person you have been hesitating reaching out to. Go to the place you have been too afraid to go to. Take the job you thought you were too old, young, inexperienced, over experienced to take. Try the recipe you thought you would put too much of this in or not enough of that in.

Invest in YOU. Let folks know you could use some rest, some support. Whatever it is you are needing, let folk know. They are NOT mind readers. They barely know what the world is going on in their own minds, let alone yours. Especially us female minds….hahahahahahaha!!

Lastly, okay I don’t have a lastly. I just get a kick out of saying the word. Makes me sound super smart, to me…hehe.

Finally, don’t look at yourself and see only the fix-her-upper. See the awesome you, with the wraparound porch. We are both the fix-her-upper AND the already transformed home. Be comfy in both.

Take care. Remember ALWAY:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU>

home,

Cassandra

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