Month: July 2023

Keep walking: 6:00?!

Huh?

What?!

6:00?!

*Cassandra snatches up the offending alarm clock, marches to the door, flings door wide and prepares to launch said alarm clock over the railing…*

Huh?

New kicks: You set the alarm, last night, to wake us up for a walk and 6:30 am prayer call.

Stairs: Yea, you said we would start getting up at this time, to beat the heat. Leaving you two hours to catch a quick nap, before work.

Lazy: What kind of dumb idea was that!!…*gasp*.

Me: What kind of a dumb idea was that?!

Heart: It has done me good.

Head: I agree. I can halfway think now.

Me: Okay. Okay! No need in ganging up on me!

*Cassandra snatches up her walking clothes, dons her new kicks, and gets after it*

I must admit. The bed was super comfy. The humidity was already at 93 percent, waiting to join the heat which is supposed to be a cool 99 degrees, here shortly. Whew!!

I did, get my walk in. Snuck in a call with my big bro. Put my walking things neatly in the cute storage box I got, and back in my comfy bed.

Ah.

Aha!

Life is short. Set an alarm, if you have to.

Keep walking.

Even, when lazy tries to keep you, in bed or where ever lazy is currently trying to keep you away from.

with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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Alarmed: It’s not even 6am?!

What?

What!?

WTW!!??

Kicks: Let’s go.

Day: Let’s go.

Ankle weights: Yall got this one.

God: Let’s go!

Life: Let’s go.

Yikes!: Egads. Yall got this.

Egads!: Let’s go!!

Me: Yall know lazy ain’t going to like this.

Lazy: Let’s go! I am NOT doing chores, today. Nuh, bruh.

Stairs: WTW?! It’s not even 6am?!

Incline: Wellllllllll, look at you. Go on ahead, with your bad self!! I tip my cap to you.

The Universe: You rang, Cassandra? How can I serve you, today?

Me: Long as I have King Jesus, I don’t need nobody else, as the song goes. Walk with me. Let’s see who else we can get, eh?

The Universe: Let’s go!!

*Cassandra struts down the road with:

The Universe.

God.

Life.

Jesus.

Wombie.

Big bro.

Mys D.

Her boo of whom she doeth not yet know his name.

You?

Let’s go!!

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

Note: New habits WILL take over and kick old habits out of their comfort zones. I was up well before 6. Now, I have 26 minutes to enjoy before morning prayer. Ah. Aha!

If you would like some prayer, shoot me your request/need and I shall take you with on my walk later tonight or in the morning: ttnette37@yahoo.com. I promise it won’t hurt. Much.🤣🥰❤🤷‍♀️

Okay, so what, said God.

Me: I wore this yesterday.

God: Okay, so what?

Me: The neighbors may see.

God: Okay, so what? Didn’t you wash your walking clothes this morning.

Me: Yea, but the neighbors won’t know that.

God: Okay, so what? Do you even KNOW the neighbors?

Me: Well, no.

Me: I’m tired.

God: Okay, so what?

Me: No, I mean rrreeeeeaaallly tired.

God: Okay, so what? Do you plan on staying unhealthy?

Me: No!

God: Okay, so what NOW?

Me: Ah.

God: Aha!

*The Father gives Cassandra a kiss, a shove, and hand her her new kicks and tells her to be about her walk.*

I walk.

Who sez so?

God sez so.

My bod sez so.

My new kicks, who wants to show off to stairs and incline and the universe, says so.

Also, fingers are pointing, at the front door. Lemme scoot before fingers points me towards the bathroom for some chores.

I’m out.

Keep going, even when it’s hard. Especially, when it’s hard. You got this.

One step.

One step.

One step.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo…..wait! I almost forgot to remind you. My bad. Here…*Cassandra scrounges around in her pocket for some love:

You are loved.

You are not alone.

I love me some you.

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Keep walking: Get up the blessed stairs!

The following story, based on true events, may or may not contain a tired old lady who may or may not be waiting for a muscular, marriage material hunk to sweep her off her feet. Or, short of that help her off the floor! Speaking of the floor…

Floor: You really got it tonight, huh?

Me: Yea.

Ankle weights: You probably should have taken your walk this morning. It was hot, today.

New kicks: Yea, I TOLD Cassandra we ought get our walk out of the way. I TOLD her lazy was just being lazy and would BE lazy, ALL day, if she let it. Smh.

Lazy: Hey! Don’t get on me for doing what I do! I am very persistent.

Me: Yea, lazy was quite persistent. Also, lazy made some awfully convincing points and even brought air-conditioner into the dynamics.

Air-conditioner: Hey! Don’t be blaming me! I told you both I would be here, upon return.

Floor: I hear body brought out the big guns.

Ankle weights: Yea, yall, it wasn’t pretty. I almost felt bad adding my weight to the matter.

Egads!: Yikes. What had happened?!👀

Yikes!: So, hands placed themselves upon hips and told lips to tell Cassandra to get to stepping, get walking, get down the blasted street, turn around, march her way up the fresh hell incline, and climb the blessed stairs. Yea, boy, she made quite the sight, Cassandra did.

God: *gasp*….I TOLD her she may want to get her walk in before heat and incline got to carrying on. Smh. I best prepare for a visit. Brb.

Incline: I TOLD night to let you know to bring day, early. Do better, tomorrow, okay?

Stairs:…*confident laugh*. I shall be here, tomorrow.

Me: Ha!…*scraping herself off the floor, Cassandra drug her tired body towards a cheering shower.*

Ah.

Aha!

I made it, beloveds. So can and will you. Keep going. Don’t stop at the bottom of the stairs.

content,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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Soul tired: What are you tired of?

I am tired.

So much so the other day I took off my glasses and put them in my eyeglass case. When I went to rub my eyes, my glasses were still on my face!

Confused, I opened the eyeglass case to find the tv remote. Opppsss……scuze me.

HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

I started a piece, the other week, about being soul tired. But, I have been soooooooooo tired, I have not been able to finish it. I have a good dozen half finished pieces that were due to be posted the past few days. My bad. I sowwy my pieces.

I am working on another piece called…ha!, thought I was going to spill the beans early, eh? Too bad. Be patient, why don’t you. A cook has to prepare the meal in a tasty way.

Anywho, N-E-waze and so on and so forth…..hahahahahahahahahha.

I tend to get extra goofy, when tired. Blame God, not me. He made me to be such a goofhead…*shrug*.

I realize my soul is tired. To my core. To the depths of my heart. I know other people are tired. Tired of expectation. Tired of the world’s expectation. Tired of their own expectation.

I have been feeling every bit of my 54 years. I am so tired. It feels good to admit this to myself. I used to think being tired was weakness. I now know admitting to be tired was the strongest thing I could have done.

Admitting when we are weak gives us the opportunity to be strong. Is strong and reaching out for support. Strong and tearing down the walls that has kept us from living. Strong in reaching out, to the universe, for love support and help. Strong in reaching out, to God and Life for love, support and help. Strong in reaching out to others for love support and help.

I can’t rest, beloveds. My heart is calling on folk to admit they are soul tired so they can rest. Finally.

Be encouraged.

What are YOU tired of, beloveds?

Are you tired of being disappointed:

With, life.

In, life?

With, you?

With, others?

With…

Saying, outloud, if to no other person than you, WILL change your life. It changed mine. It changes me, still.

I rested, my case, before the universe. I told the world that I was getting off this merry go round. I told God and Life I was going. In pursuit. Of…

Of, you ask?

Ah.

Aha!

Keep asking.

Don’t be afraid of all your heart has been dying to tell you. You believe your heart is disappointed in you so are terrified to turn down the noise to listen.

Beloveds, your heart is simply trying to get you to lift up your head. You are worthy. Of, love. You are. RECEIVE.

Receiving, is not easy. Not, at first. Being open to receiving, is terrifying. Not, at first. Yet, it is sooooooooo rewarding.

Even if it seems nothing has happened. It has. Just your reaching up and reaching out will and has changed your life. Watch and see.

Every day, every single one, beloveds, I think of you all, I pray for all, I rejoice for all, I dance for all, I hope for all. Every one.

Every day, I rush here to give a bit of love. Why? Because we all need a bit of love on the regular.

The more, I reach out, the less my soul is tired.

Ah.

Aha!

What are you tired of?

Keep going.

here,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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No longer on the outside looking in.

It’s just after midnight. I enjoyed my Sunday. I squeezed EVERY second, from it.

Each second, each moment, each drop, was priceless. It shall never return.

Now, as I sip on a cup of coffee, just past midnight, I look at my bed and continue to say “Not just yet.” I don’t want to let go. The day was so wonderful.

Yet, Monday beckons. It says, “I can do better than yesterday.”

We shall see, I reply.

I used to feel as though I were on the outside, of life. I felt like an:

Outsider.

Imposter.

Stranger.

Alien.

Alienated.

Unlovable.

Unloved.

By:

God.

Life.

The, world.

Family.

The, church.

The, community.

The, universe.

I wasn’t. All of them beckoned, to me. Reckoned, with me. Called out, to me.

I was just too afraid, to respond.

Why?

Because I was just too loud for the world and folk to handle. Yet, it was NOT me. It was THEIR fear of living as loudly as I appeared to live. Secretly, folk wished they had the courage to push past their fear of being ridiculed or rejected.

I learned to view myself through the eyes of those who didn’t know better. Now, I know better. I embrace, me. I love, me. I enjoy, me. Now, I hold the door open, for others.

Come in, beloveds. The universe welcomes you. This is your time. Do you. BE you.

Remember alway:

You are loved.

You are not alone.

here, Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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Nobody LIKES me, so what: I love you, world.

Nobody LIKES me.

So what?

When I first started blogging, my feeling would be a bit butt hurt, I admit. Nobody liked my pieces. And, I mean NOBODY.

I felt like a nobody.

Not, because I was. Just because of what I was telling myself.

Thankfully, God and Life kept reminding me I was likable, just cuz. Whether anyone ever liked a piece. Whether the only person to read me blog, was me. Even if no one ever responds to my pieces to just share.

This blog changes my life, EVERY day. Why? Because it helps me stay mindful to encourage others, on the daily, whether I feel like it or not. We need love, EVERY day. Every single day.

It has been my mission, my passion, my joy to encourage someone, EVERY day. Why? 54 years later, I have stopped asking myself why. I just do. I just love.

I love:

Laying in bed, in the middle of the night, thinking of the world, the entire stubborn, often unlovable world, and loving the world still, I love, love, yakking with God and asking Him to love this whole, stubborn, often unlovable world.

I sit here, now, wondering if folks are okay. Even folk who hate folk, who look like me. I love them, still. I pray for them, still.

I think of folk, all over the world. I wonder how you are, in China. Hey there, China! I wonder how you are, in England. What up, my English peeps! I wonder how you are, in so many places. I wonder and ask for God to send you my love. Whether you like me or not. lol.

I soooooooooooo want folk to know they don’t need a billion likes to feel like a million bucks.

You are priceless.

There is only ONE you!

Isn’t that an AMAZING fact?!

You don’t need to live in a mansion.

You don’t need to come bearing gifts.

Just come.

As you are.

How about you consider me one of your likes?😉

I like you.

Love someone.

Start with you.

I hear the universe calling. Gotta go.

brb,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

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Note: Keep being you. No matter what. Don’t worry about the haters. Haters are gonna hate. There will ALWAYS be those who will question your love and care. Pray for them and keep it moving. Life awaits. Get out there and live, LIVE, with intention. Either you will do the thing or try, the best you can. Leave the outcome to do it’s thing and enjoy the day.

Enjoy making moments. Enjoy being with family. Enjoy being alone. Enjoy your job. Enjoy your community. Enjoy your fellow man. None of us are perfect. We are here. Let’s love and care from one another shall we? I love you. Let me hear from you. I so would enjoy rejoicing in your triumphs and supporting your boo boos.

Be outrageously you.

The world is terrified of you.

Scared to death that you may, FINALLY, understand how amazingly awesome you are.

I pray, EVERY day, folks will see their awesomeness. Yes, we all act and do awful things, at times. But, that does NOT make us all bad, does it? Hecks to the naw!

It breaks my heart to see so many people trying to be something they are not because they are afraid to be themselves. Outrageously. With NO apologies.

Be you and not just to get likes any subscriptions. Be you because you enjoy just being you. Be you because the world needs all that you are. Be you because a universe needs you to be all that you are. Outrageously so. With no apologies.

Life is short. Be outrageously you. The world will be glad you did. So will you. Lift up your head. Look at yourself in a mirror. You are beautiful. You are needed. You are loved. You are desirable. You are caring. You are cared about.

You are.

You are more than enough.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

Live your life within tension. Enjoy being all that you are. Wharton all. Don’t worry about being perfect. You will never be perfect. That said, you can be perfectly you.

Be encouraged.

You can do this.

You are doing this.

Enjoy your life. Even the heart parts. Especially the hard parts.

cheering you on,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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I am not strong. I am courageous.

I am not strong.

I am courageous.

I keep going.

Even, when it hurts.

Especially, because it hurts.

I am not strong.

I am courageous.

Even when I don’t want to try.

Especially when I don’t want to try.

I am not strong.

I am courageous.

Even when I can’t catch up to my dreams.

Especially when I can’t catch up to my dreams.

I am not strong.

I am courageous.

Even when I want to quit.

Especially when I want to quit.

I am not strong.

I fall.

I am courageous.

I rise.

Even when it hurts,

Even when I don’t want to try,

Even when I can’t catch up,

Even when I fall.

Even when I get up.

I am not strong.

God and Life are strong in me.

You are not strong, beloveds

You don’t have to be.

Put down your boxing gloves. You no longer fight alone. You no longer cry alone. You no longer walk alone. You are loved. You are cherished. You are seen. You are heard.

Keep moving forward. Don’t give up on you yet. Not quite yet. You have too much love to give this world, beloveds. This world needs what only you can give it. You think you’re not enough. You are. You think what you have to give us not enough. It is.

Keep on being…YOU!

I know life gets hard at times. It’s lonely at times. That said, this is your time. You are not strong. You are courageous. You keep trying even when you want to give up. Give yourself some credit. You are here. Steel. Trying. Fighting. Loving. The best you know how. Let your try be enough. The rest is not up to you. You keep telling the universe to give you your bounty.

My wombie will attest to this next fact: EVERY night, before I go to bed, I ask God and Life to bless the work of my hands. I ask Them to answer my financial asks. I ask them to help me fulfill my dreams before the sun rises and sets. I tell Them I will be satisfied with whatever shall happen.

Next day, I give my try. I wait, excitedly for the universe to show up and show out. The universe will have been silent. Before I go to bed, I ask God and Life to….

Rinse. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat. Ask. With expectancy, wait. Live. Laugh. Love. Say. Try. Do. Ask. With expectancy, wait. Live. Love. Laugh. Give. Give. Give. Give. Love. Love. Love. Rinse. Repeat.

Every. Single. Day. When shall I quit asking? Easy. When I either have no more breath or there is no more need to wait. 🤷‍♀️

Hhmm.

I have to go.

Someone is knocking at my door.

Which door?

Ah.

Aha!

receiving,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

Note: This is your time. Typically, I try not to fill your inbox. Yet, God and Life want you to ask. Then, wait with expectancy. Live. Love. Laugh. Rinse. Repeat…

Real talk: “You are strong” is just code language.

“You are sooooooooooooo strong!”

“You are strong.”

The INSTANT you hear this, beloveds, stop the speaker in his/her/their tracks.

This is just code language for “I can’t be bothered with what’s going on with YOU. YOUR issues are too much.”

Your heart is much too precious, to continue to bearing burdens, alone. Let the folks in your life, who say they love you, love you on your darkest days. What use are they, if they are only around, at THEIR convenience and have nothing else to do with their time?

Your heart is in need of care, as well. Stop dismissing what your heart needs. Let folks know you are struggling. Those who truly love you WILL be there for you. Those who see you as a transactional relationship will either gaslight your needs or ghost you. Either way, you will know what peeps need to be escorted to the door.

The bible says, when we are weak, He, meaning God, is strong for us. Stop hiding your weakness. The strongest thing you will ever do is allow your heart to be open and honest.

An open heart leaves itself open for rejection, dismissal, disdain and all kinds of things. That said, an open heart leaves itself open for sooooooooooooooooooooo much love there is scarely room to contain it.

Life is short, beloveds.

Lean on His Strength. Lean on the strength of friends and fam, who care. If you don’t yet have a posse, well, that’s YOUR fault. I offer my love and support on the daily. Take full advantage. I do.

Strength is, at times, overrated. Some of my most precious moments have been leaning on my wombie, my big sis, my big bro, my girl who makes THE best backgrounds for my pieces to post on Instagram, sitting on The Father’s Lap, yakking endlessly to Jesus about absolutely nothing.

In this life, in which we all have just one, we are all we have got, but we are all we shall need, don’t you think? I think so.

Be encouraged. Put your superman(woman) cape in the dry cleaners and fall dramatically into the arms of a young, muscular marriage material boo. So long as he is not mine!…lol.

Be well,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe