Huh?
What happened?
Is THAT all I have had to do?!
You may call this coincidence, beloveds, but every since I started tagging my posts, I have found a like or two. I also started tossing them into categories.
Don’t ask ME why. I STILL don’t know HOW TO MAKE A PRETTY BLOG PAGE/POST!!
*Cries of agony wend their way, towards heaven*
That’s my story, though, and I am sticking to it.
In times past, I dared not show a thing until it was perfectedly fonted. I made sure EVERY comma was placed, strategically, beloveds, in the RIGHT place.
I fretted, needlessly, on whether my words, rather I, would be received, loved and accepted.
Now, I tell fear, doubt AND anxiety, to take TWO seats. Then, I tell them to take a hike back to the hell from whence they came! Ha!
Here lately, I have taken my hand and taking my hand to posting uplifting little snippets, on Instagram. Of course, I have not the first clue.
Yet, I try.
Only today, I failed, apparently, spectacularly, as wombie told me she couldn’t hear a word.
Well….phooey. 😆
I am intimidated.
No one has liked, my videos.
Hence, no one, likes ME?
So what?
That’s what I told fear, doubt and anxiety, when they showed up, laughing, apparently, at the apparent lack of love, from the world.
I told them to go on ahead and kick rocks. I told them ALL I can do is TRY. The outcome is not for me.
This has made me think of you, beloveds. Maybe, you are also fighting with a bit of doubt over the seeming lack of outcome, with something you have tried.
Keep, trying.
Fail, spectacularly.
Succeed.
Maybe.
Rinse.
Repeat.
*Cassandra, thinking herself brilliant, taps God, upon His Shoulder, and starts a game of tag. God takes off after Cassandra and all other beloveds.*
Hide, yall! You may be next!!
*Cassandra dives behind the 🛋, in search of her next victim…Cassandra 👟 sneaks up on Elena. You’re it!…Cassandra tags paychologistmini on her way out the door.*
TRYing,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: How can yall not love a good game of tag?! Smh. Let
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