Get out of your feels.

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Get out of your feels!

Your feels do NOT speak for your future.

Your feels have NO idea what is in store for your life.

Your feels are blind. So, your feels can get all up in it’s feels and will then allow themselves to feel:

Afraid.

Alone.

Weary.

Tired.

Discouraged.

Discombobulated.

Dis, dat, and the other thing.

Tell feels to get out they feels and get back to trusting. Tell feels to get some act right whether they feel like acting right or not!

Get out of your feels, beloveds. It’s okay to have your feelings. It’s important to allow yourself to feel.

Yet, we can NEVER allow our feels to take over and scare us half to death with their tales of woe of which they no not what’s coming.

The ONLY thing we do know is life changes. On the daily. On the regular. Yet, we MUST remain steady, unmoved, reliable.

We are no longer children who have to be forever coddled and cuddled. We understand life is just that. Life. Life MUST be lived on it’s own terms. We don’t get to change things because we all up in our feels getting in God and Life’s way.

I say this to myself as well as you, beloveds. If I had listened, to my feels, I would have stopped writing ages ago. I would have given up, years ago. I would have counted myself out, long time ago.

Now, I have NO idea if the only one who will ever see this blog is me. No matter. I have grown. So much. From trying. From reaching out. From encouraging myself to keep believing in and for folks.

Your participation is welcome. Yet, my try is not contingent upon you. It used to be, I admit. My try used to be, at times, a direct reflection of who would or who would not reach back when I loved.

When silence greeted me back, I hurt. I withdrew from God, from Life, from me.

No longer.

I love.

I reach out.

The silence still hurts.

Yet, I shall love anyway.

Someone needs to know they are loved and that they are NOT alone. I have hope my words shall find them. I pray daily th words find them.

Will they?

Will they, if found, be enough?

I may never know.

This no longer matters to me.

All that matters is you, beloveds.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU.

You may not be everyone’s flavor.

That’s okay.

Your too much IS someone else’s just right.

So, get out your feels and keep trying.

Your turn SHALL come.

Your turn is already here.

here for you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I was all up in my feels this morning. Had a nice pity party. Let myself have a fantastic one. Then made my feels get up and get on with the rest of my day. Life is short. Get going.

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