I think not.

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I think not.

Not anymore.

I have been thinking.

All this thinking has kept me thinking.

Thinking has made me afraid to think of much else besides what others think:

Of me.

Of my future.

Of my potential.

Of my style.

Of my worth.

Of all that I have never had, been or seen.

I think that I am done thinking of what others think of me because of what others have thunk think about them.

Think that it’s about time to be thinking of ridiculously long without commas or two many comma run on sentences.

I think these sentences are mine.

In thinking about what I think. And, not thinking about what others think, makes me to think, I think I may just have discovered a new way of thinking.

MY way.

Will thinking this way please most?

I think not.

Think I care?

I think not.

Not much, I am thinking.

I think.

I THINK!

Ah.

Aha!

thinking,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Too many folks are worrying what everyone in the wide world thinks except them!

Foolhardy, don’t you think?

Launch out.

Tonight, as I prayed and lamented to God that what I was trying and doing appears to continually bear both fruit, I asked God what was I doing wrong?

His answer: God is simply wanting to be. With us. For us. ALL He longs for is US. You. Me. How we are. A mess. Fixed up. New. Old. Broken. Healed. Whole. Half. God doesn’t care. He just loves. Period.

I was telling my zombie my blog is me. I am my blog. It is enough. For now. For, now is all I have.

All I want to do and shall do for the rest of my days is to encourage folk and let them know they are loved and not alone until I take my last breath.

When shall that be? Only God knows and He’s not telling. Be encouraged.

My hands tire, beloveds. Pray God open doors soon. I weary, not worry, just a bit. Give up on me? On my dreams coming true tomorrow?

I think not.

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