Dance/sing your way out.

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I am singing.

I am dancing.

I am caterwalling.

Life is being life. Yet, I am singing, dancing, caterwalling my way out.

I didn’t used to. Not, for me. I would encourage the world. I would tote their hard. I would champion their this, the thats, and the other things. For, them. Yet, for me, often, I would be so tired, so defeated, so just over it I would dismiss me and think ‘It’s just you. You will get to yours later’. Dummy me.

No more.

I fight as hard, if not more so, for ME, as I do, for the world. I OWE it, to me, to give my all. ALL of me. To, for, with me.

My life matters.

It does.

MY thoughts matter.

They do.

MY heart matters.

It sure enough does.

So, I find myself, here, now, laughing with the hard, as I sing, dance and caterwall my way through this thing called life.

This morning, day had to drag me out of the bed. And, I mean dddddddddddddddddddddddrrrraaagggg me, kicking and screaming, to the bathroom, out the bathroom, to the Kuerig, past the Kuerig, into work attire, to my workstation. Then, poor day, had to pop my fingers, to get them moving. Yep, day even had to borrow my foot and have it tap my rear, tastefully yet firmly, to get me to getting after it.

Now, day and I are having a blast. We are working through the hard. We are fighting the good fight. Yes, I am tired. Yet, day keeps on telling me to keep going, keep trying, keep growing, keep on showing up. It sure is hard to ignore day when she is all fired up this way. Makes me want to keep going.

Even God, Life, Jesus, Yikes!, Egads! and the rest showed up to keep me lifted through some unexpected grief and extra tired which showed up, on my doorstep, last night. Dummy night let them both in whilst I was sleeping…*pout*. Super glad day had things already worked out. God and day had been coversing. God reminded day this was the day that He had made for me to rejoice in. Day reminded me of this, I agreed. Off we went and told night to go on ahead and kick dem rocks. Night kicked. Day and I kicked a-…*opps*…ehem…..

Sing, dance, your way out, through, with hard.

You got this.

You can.

You shall.

You already have.

rooting for all,

Cassandra

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