I can write.
I can write well.
I’m not bragging.
I just know what I know.
That’s why I can make it do what it do.
I like playing around with words.
Autocorrect has no idea what to do with me. With my:
Style.
Substance.
Writing style.
Even now, Autocorrect is trying to correct, what I am saying. I fight with it, on the daily, to leave my words be! The way that, I, me, and mines, INTENDED for them to BE.
Well, I know, being about that slang, what the world kind of writing style that makes absolutely NO sense making ANY sense, somehow, makes sense, because the words are coming from ME.
The world, is just like Autocorrect. Forever tryna get me to spell words and say words and be things and see things, the world’s way.
Ha!
I think not.
I shall continue to write, say, live ridiculously, fabulously, unapologetically.
I SHALL continue to:
Chair dance, in the dark, in my undies, no less. Heckamiah, I chair dance, now, in broad daylight, in my undies. Hey! Don’t judge me. We living under constant, persistent heat advisors of 100 plus temps. Whew.
Sing, loudly, badly with my fave blue screw driver. Reminds me to schedule another performance, for Jesus, later. Love singing love songs to Him. I loves me some Him, yall. HE digs me, as well. Who knew?!π₯°π³
Write.
Walk.
For:
You.
Me.
The Universe.
I shall….huh?!!
What’s that?!!!!
*Cassandra busts a move to ‘Just Got Paid’ that jumped into her headset.*
YYYYYYAAAAAAAASSSSSSS!
Rock with me, beloveds.
π₯°
*Cassandra grabs The Father’s Hand and rocks with it*
Okay, beloveds, am back. I sowwy. I am doing my best to squeeze EVERY second of joy π I can, out of this lemon, er, life.π€£
I say all of that, to say this:
Know, your worth.
Speak, your truth.
Share, your confidence.
It will and does help others to share theirs.
Then, maybe, they may share theirs, with some others and THEY may share theirs with others.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Until, we have a universe full of chair dancing, blue screw driver singing, dancing in undies under cover of darkness or light, folk who are living, with intention, loudly, lovingly, ridiculously,unapologetically.
YYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!
*Cassandra snatches GS, cfoster20, Cynthia weird, jackrussellterrier23, Doig Bannat, Inner Peace, Jason and all her other 50 posse members and starts a great line ππΊ. Uh, oh, almost forgot wombie, my big bro and sis. I sowwy. Lets go!!. *
This is YOUR time, beloveds. Make it do what it do.
Don’t fear or fret about your writing style and who may or may not receive or love it. We are just asked to try and make our do do what IT do, right?
Life is short.
Get after it.
Ready?
Set?
Go!
loving me some Him and all of you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
#YouAreLoved
#YouAreNotAlone
#KeepBeingYou
Note: I sowwy, beloveds. I am making it rain all up in your inbox. I can’t help myself. God keeps pestering me to tell you how very much He loves you. GOD loves yall. Isn’t that amazing to know? We, God and I, have been yakking about His Love for YOU all morning.
During our morning walks, God is FOREVER telling me to tell you this and to remind you of that. I ask Him to tell you Himself, already!…lol. He says He is a Gentleman and does not barge in, uninvited.
Do me a fave, beloveds, and let Him stop by for a quick chat. Tell Him hi for me and get my sabbatical here!
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