I have heard it said that we teach people how to treat us.
The older I get, the older this saying rings true.
I enjoying sharing the things I have learned through heart aches, heart breaks or from being hard headed. No matter, I love sharing to try and save folks some of the aforementioned.
Lately, I find I have been writing pieces. Then, I will go about sharing them with this person and that to save THEM some time. Or, for some who don’t like to accept cookies or for this reason or that one. All, however, for the convenience, of others.
More and more, it is taking more and more of MY time. Today, I made up my mind it was my LAST time sharing my wordpress posts to folks texts and emails. Drat it all, go to the blasted website or sign up, using your email so you can receive the messages every day, already! Ack.
Scuze me. Didn’t realize how frustrated I was becoming redundanting myself so others can conveniently eat my oyster cracker at their leisure. The heck with all that!
Sign up for the emails!
Accept the blasted cookies so you can sign up for the emails!
Take a bit of time and get to know ME, through my blog, as my blog IS me and stop asking how I am doing. You can find out on the daily if youu want!!!!
Ack!
Okay, so I have to blame myself as I am the doofus who have made things super convenient and ‘easier’ for folks to want to spend time with me, in written form.
The reason I mention this, beloveds, is I am saddened to see how so many people shrink themselves into the boxes of others, in order for folks to ‘love them’ or find them in a small enough quantity to be consumed.
Fresh hell.
Enjoy me, in ALL my forms, or take two seats. If you love me, you will love ALL of me. And, now, you do NOT have to read every piece. How about one or two every now and again? How about putting up with my mad/sad/frustrated/troubled and not just scoop up all of my love, joy, peace, encouragement and the like?
Yes, I love loving you. Yet, I also need and desire to be loved, in return. I deserve to have my heart heard. As do you, beloveds.
It is high past time that we hold ourselves accountable to making sure our heart, our dreams, our voices are heard, respected and protected.
Enough, already, with the absolute LIE that we ought do this life alone, struggling and too much of a burden to be born.
Kick rocks on THAT!
I have much to give. As, beloveds, do you. Offer your love but also ensure folk enjoy you as you are. If they can’t/won’t accept you as you are, not as they think you should be, take your cookies and serve them to folks who would gladly enjoy you and ALL you are.
glad to be me,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: You don’t have to keep paying rent, on this earth. You do NOT have to spend one more second trying to buy folk affection. There are enough of us out there who will love you for the rest of your days. Speaking of which:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
I love you.
Keep on being…YOU!
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- 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
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