Month: July 2023

Real talk: There is nothing quiet about quitting.

Quiet quitting.

Ghosting.

Appears folk have come up with colorful phrases to cover up ugly behavior.

There is nothing cute about ghosting, ie ignoring others because you are too afraid to be honest and let them know you are not interest or are afraid of taking a chance on life.

There is nothing noble about being dissatisfied with your job and choosing to do the bate minimum instead of speaking with your leadership to form a partnership where you can grow and benefit all around you.

Now, it seems folk are dissatisfied with quiet quitting and are now loudly doing, I forget the term, basically acting ten kinds of fools because they are unhappy with their life and job.

I have also been reading where young folks have abandoned saving and are blowing their savings, quitting their jobs and waiting for…

I don’t know what these folks are waiting for.

I have been horrified that many young women are proudly exclaiming they would rather be the side piece then the wife. They say, the cheating husband is cheating on the wife and not them.😳

Okay, I don’t believe I have to say this but apparently need to do so:

Get some act right!!!!!!!!!!

You are much too priceless then to be treating yourself and the world with such disdain. Love you. Love folks.

If you hurt, say so. Don’t hurt others.

If you need a shoulder, there are folks who could use yours. Lean on one another.

The party ends. All things do. What the heck yall going to do when the lights come on and yall are broke and have alienated the world with your disdain and dismissiveness?

Whew. Okay, we can return to original programming.

Life is short. Live it with intention. Do what you said you would do. Take the strings off folk. Start with you.

There is nothing quiet about quitting. Hang in there. Your life is not over. It’s just beginning. How do I know? You wouldn’t be reading these words.

One step.

One step.

One step.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

Every reason in the world.

I had every reason, in the world, for NOT taking my evening walk:

It was hot.

I worked all day.

It had stormed and my new tennies would get dirty/muddy.

God didn’t answer my ask(s).

Life laughed at me when I asked where my dreams were hiding.

The Universe merely shrugged when I demanded my posse and my boo.

My back hurt.

My hands were tired.

I have, every reason, in the world, to keep giving, every reason, in the world, to keep from taking my evening walk.

I have every reason, in the world, to take my evening walk.

I 🚶 walk.

Walk with me, God.

Walk with me, Life.

Walk with me, Jesus.

Walk with me, Universe.

Walk with me, wombie.

Walk with me, beloveds.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

One step.

One step.

One step.

walking because of every reason in the world,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Storms: He WILL take the steam out.

There are times, beloveds, when it’s all you can do to do all you can do. The heat, is high. The pressure, relentless. You find yourself backed into a corner despite having done all you know to do all you know.

Beloveds, God KNEW you were going to be in that corner. Why do you think you found sustaining snacks there!?

Tuesday, I was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo discouraged. Felt like a collosal failure. The heat, had won. I had to leave work early and take off Wednesday. Felt like I had let God down. Here I was, Ms. Encourager, unable to scrape my heart off the canvas. I was done.

Cooked.

Flambayed.

Basted.

Toasted.

Roasted.

Sad, I cried, just a bit, while talking to my wombie. Said, sis I just can’t bear this heat. It’s unbearable. See, I had not spoken those words allowed. I kept myself encouraged and kept going.

Until, the heat actually did seem unbearable. It was. Glasses steamy, I cried and told God this was unsustainable. I could not afford to go to a hotel. I could not afford to take off work. I felt:

Trapped.

Left.

Bereft.

Alone.

Old.

Alone.

Alone.

Alone!

I kept reaching out: To my big bro, to my big sis, to my wombie, to God, to Life(chewed Life out for being a big meanie with all this blasted heat). Mostly, beloveds, I talked to ME, to my heart. I told myself it really WAS okay to not be okay until I was okay. I asked my wombie to read me some Psalms. She did. Life-savers, they were. Life-saver, wombie was. If you are interested she read me Psalm 41, 34 and 23. Awesome!

As I was talking to my big sis, I realized God/Life had been preparing me for this heat for months. A bit ago, it was on me to get out my ice trays and start making ice. I had not used ice in forever. It was also on me to purchase some variety pack grits. I had not eaten grits for years. I had also been meal prepping, for quite some time.

The ice has been a life-saver during the high heat. The prepared meals have been wonderful as it has been too hot to want to cook let alone eat. The grits are a super quick breakfast that has sustained me through work as most days I didn’t eat breakfast.

You may ask, if God/Life KNEW, ahead of time, why did they not warn me or take me out of the situation so I would not have to experience it. Because, life is life. God does not and will not swoop in, every other five seconds, to rescue us from this, that and the other. What the world kind of life would that be?

And, Life is NO going to live your life for you. Folks are just too blasted lazy, nowadays. Wanting life delivered on a silver platter. Sliced up in nice, tidy, bite-sized pieces whilst marriage material, young hunkaburning lovers, fan us and feed us grapes.

Ha!

Folks don’t want to do the hard work of planting seeds, watering, pulling weeds, and harvesting what THEY planted. They would much rather be lazy and allow others to plant and eat THEIR labor. Then, want to complain about the food. Smh….*Cassandra fumes and folk who have gotten so ridiculously entited and lazy God/Life have become mere Waiters*

Anywho, a storm rolled through. Prevented me from getting some much needed sleep. Yet, it removed the blasting humidity. Took the fun out of the hot. Brought the temperature down to a balmy 86 degrees at 6 in the morning. I lay, gasping, er, basking in the heat minus the humidity.

Suspiciously, I listened to the retreating storm and told myself to get ready for the stifling heat/humidity combo that tends to show up, after the storm. Blessedly, only the heat remained. Enough so my cooler fan is now being really sweet and gently blowing calmness, quietness, peace and joy all over my face….aaahhhhh.

God knows how much you can stand. Life knows how much you can stand. The Universe knows how much you can stand. They just need for YOU to know that you CAN stand. What’s more, you can stand a whole lot more heat then you ever thought you could.

Keep going. Keep living your life. Those things you thought were odd requests from God and Life may just be preparation for a new level or challlenge in your life. You won’t know until you listen and DO.

ALL things really do work for good to those who love God. For those, who don’t, you keep moving forward.We shall all find out, eh? In the meantime, keep on living. Don’t let the heat beat you down too much.

Remember:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

here for you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

It’s just a matter of time.

Time and I got into quite the row, this morning.

I told time I was TIRED/EXHAUSTED of waiting for time to do what it do so God can do what He do so I can do what I truly want to do.

Time told me it’s just a matter of time.

I hollered back, time for what????!!! I have been waiting forever and six months!!!!

Time, shrugged and said as I have done my try, it was simply a matter of time.

I told time to kick rocks on all these excuses all the blasted time! I hollered it is about bloody time that time went ahead and took the blessed time to find out what the world the hold up is all the blasted time and STOP wasting my time tormenting me by letting me believe the time for my dream is at hand! Egads!!!!!

Whew!

*stamps foot*….*Cassandra wants to throw a fit and tell time where to go and find some beach towels! Cassandra reminds herself it really IS simply a matter of time and tells herself to take a breath, take her time and use it for something useful and/or practical such as making some delish chocolate chip cookies in her air fryer*

brb,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Change takes time. Lasting change, that is. Anybody could rush change by doing things, ahead of schedule, and having their dream(s) come out half-baked. I know. I know. It gets awfully old smelling a fabulous baking cake, being starved, sitting with an ice cold glass of milk that appears to be turning to cottage cheese whilst you wait for the stupid cake to get done SO YOU CAN START EATING IT ALREADY, TIME!!!!…..ehem….ooopss. scuze me, beloveds. It appears I am still a bit miffed and peeved with time for not being on MY schedule. It appears time is actually on God and Life’s side, at the moment. Good thing God and Life are on my side, though, eh? Tell THAT to my feels, wouldja please and thanks.

Again, take a breath, take a break and keep on doing your try. Then, let God and Life give you your harvest. You have planted, watered, pulled weeds, waited, whined, er prayed. Now, go make some cookies, pour a fresh glass of milk and chill. It is truly simply a matter of time.

In the mean(time), know you are loved and you are NOT alone. Be encouraged. I love me some you.

Comfort: God isn’t interested in making you comfortable.

God is not into playing waiter.

God has zero interest in wasting His time, and yours, coddling you and tossing pillows and rose pedals before every step of your journey.

God is not about that feeding your ego life. He could give two figs if you do this, that or the other thing.

God loves you. Enough so to call you on your Crayola. Stop gasping, beloveds. We ALL are full of crap, from time to time. Why you think toilets were invited. Sheesh. Folk get all up in they feels when they openly act a fool and folk ask them why they actin a fool?

Nowadays, folk want to be about that stupidity life, to get clickbait, of course. Then, claim they were only presenting a personna for money making purposes.

Nah, boo, if you are going to shake your money maker, don’t get mad at folk for pointing out you appear to be shaking your money maker all up in folk face.

Yea, sis/bro, if you are going to be about that life, fully own it AND the hard that comes with.

Do NOT go rushing to God to fix the mess you knew, in your heart, was going to cause you o catch ten kinds of hell.

Get you some act right, act right and keep it moving.

Contrary to popular opinion, right is STILL right, and wrong is STILL wrong. Just because the political right has been claiming it knows what is right does not make it right. Just because the political left believe it knows what is wrong does not make it the knower of all wrong.

Each of us, beloveds, are responsible for living and moving in a way such as beneficial to us all.

Each of us, ought help bear up the infirm, the young, the elderly, the unhoused, the…fresh hooey, any and everyone who truly has need.

Away with YOUR comfort. How about caring for someone, for no other reason then he/she/they need to be loved?

Why must it always be about what is best for you and yours? How about doing and being the best for me and mine or his and hers or thers and…hhmm…theirs?

We need EACH OTHER. Why God allows hard. Hard helps you lay down your annoying and unhelpful pride to ask for some help. Hopefully, after getting some help, you may find some empathy and go looking for someone to help them lighten THEIR load.

Be of comfort. To someone else. Yes, keep loving on some you. How about, though, loving on some me, too?

Yikes!

No idea this early morning piece was going to bring out a boot to the rear. Trust, I applied to me, first. I now offer it to you. Life is short. Time to come out of hiding and add your voice to the silent majority who are silently watching all manner of things while saying nothing.

Open, your heart.

Then, open your arms and love a world in desperate need of YOU. You are waiting for someone else to do that which you KNOW God is asking for your help with.

Pick up an apron.

Feed someone.

Begin with me.

Run on over to my GoFundMe page and help me so I can keep loving and encouraging the whole darned world.

Email me.

Get at me, as the young folk say. Life is short.

Where my applications, Universe? I ain’t got all day…lol.

Remember alway:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Forgive yourself for all you think you are not and LIVE.

loving,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

Comfort: Time to fight with incline.

*sigh*

I’m fixing to head out for a morning torture, er, delightful walkm walk. My evening gasp, er, walk was cut short by the rain. Thank God, er, sadly.

So, I have drug my thank goodness, out a perfectly comfortable bed, in order to do the uncomfortable and fight with incline on the return jaunt.

Apparently, I am feeling myself as I believe I can make it down and then up again. Fresh heckamiah!

It’s hot!

I’m tired!

*Cassandra takes hot and tired with her to confront incline.*

I may or may not return, triumphant…lol.

Take care of you. You are much too precious to be taken so lightly.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

Real talk: Keep taking applications.

Well, then.

Hhmm.

*Cassandra peers into her empty inbox*

Well then.

Hhhm.

*Cassandra, seeing no return on her investment to the universe, considers two options:

She can give up, tell herself she is an idiot to be forever hollering into the void, pestering God incessantly, getting on Life’s LAST nerves, demanding the universe to give up her bounty, remove her triumphant application presenting self from said universe demanding.

Or, she could…*

How the heck would I know, beloveds?!

Quit is NOT in my vocabulary.

Ha!

I told doubt, long time ago, do not EVER darken my heart’s door. I shall:

Keep, asking.

Keep, reaching out.

Keep, loving.

Keep, hoping.

Keep, rejoicing.

Until?

Until I run out of time, of course.

How much time have I got?

The heck if I know!

Why do you think I absolutely refuse to stop asking?

I ain’t got time to wonder how much time I have.

I ain’t got time to quit.

Quitting is a luxury I just can not afford.

Can you?

Lemme know how yours turns out. I gotta be about mine…lol.

Keep going.

Remember:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Love someone, today.

Starting with you.

here,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

It IS your time: Keep asking the universe.

I admit it.

The heat FINALLY discouraged me.

Okay, if you promise not to tell, I will admit to being a tad bit discouraged. Just a smidge.

Translation: I wanted to sit in the middle of the floor and cry my eyes out.

Why?

Time has me cornered. It taunts me I am fixing to run out of time and won’t have enough time to fix what is broken so I can continue toting this broken downed body towards my apparently deaf, dumb and blind dreams.

What did I do?

I told time to shut up, did my meal prep, mitigated the heat best as could and kept talking to the universe.

Gimme my dreams!

They are MY dreams!

You let folk have theirs.

Gimme my dreams!

I will hunt you down like a dog!

Give it here!

I’m tired of asking nicely!

*sigh*

*Cassandra crawls up on The Father’s Lap *

Me: I’m tired of asking the universe to give up my bounty.

God: I know.

Me: I want to stop asking.

God: I know.

Me: I wish I understood.

God: I know.

Me: I wish I understood You.

God: You can.

Me: How?

God: Ah. Keep asking.

Me: Asking WHO though?

God: Aha!

Me: Aha.

*Cassandra crawls down from The Father’s Lap in hot pursuit.*

Of Who(m)?

Of what?

Great questions, beloveds.

Keep asking?

The Universe?

God?

Life?

You?

Your dreams?

You tell me.

It IS your time.

Keep asking…

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

It takes time: Kick rocks, wombie!

Okay, it may, or may not, be a true story that I slammed the phone down, on my wombie.

That said, if aforemented actually happened, it would have been HER fault. That’s my story and I am sticking to it.

What did she do that was so dasterdly I wanted to tell her take THREE seats, take a long swim, in the ocean, and kick several rocks on the way to the curb??????!!!

She had THE NERVE to tell me to be encouraged.

Ha!

Okay, so I need to have been encouraged but that was beside the point, at the time. I was all up in my feels. She, however, had THE NERVE, to be all calm and quoting needed scriptures about faith and hope and all the other ones that make it terribly difficult to continue cutting up and acting ten kinds of fool in not wanting to wait til my cake, er, dream(s) was/were fully baked. Kick rocks, wombie!….oooppps….scuze me.

I know. I know. She’s right….*sigh*

Some days, beloveds, we have to be sure and get support when we are ready to throw in the towel. This is the point where most folks hold onto their pride and let go of their dream(s). Do NOT allow your feels to allow you to do so.

Be encouraged.

Yea, I realize you may want to bop me one, much as I wanted to bean my wombie. She was right. We have to keep on keeping on no matter how we feel. Our feels are beside the point.

Time WILL pass. Will we have remained faithful/hopeful/joyful? As for me and mine, I choose those.

What say you, beloveds?

unkicking wombie from the curb,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahooo.com

Note: If I knew I would tell ya. Some days only note to note is you just ready to tell the wide world where to get off and park. Keep going…

Rest.

All you can do is all you can do.

Leave the rest to God.

You have tried.

Rest.

You have done all you know to do.

Rest now.

Leave the outcome to God.

Rest.

Things are taking longer than you thought.

Rest now.

Lose the results with God.

Rest.

Your try just wasn’t up to it today. Yet you did try.

Rest now.

Understand God loves you and appreciates your try.

Rest.

Resting with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe