Sabbatical: Stop paying rent.

faith, hope, walking 3 Minutes

I have 388 pieces, in need of me. Yikes! Egads!

I need a break. A real one.

I keep harranging, er, demanding, er, requesting that God, Life and The Universe give me my blessed and blasted bounty so I can rest and spend my days encouraging folk.

Life is soooooooooooooooooooooooooo short.

This morning, I dream of mom. I am working on a piece that is both difficult and easy to write.

I am trying my best, not to get anxious and frustrated.

I have bet on me, FINALLY.

I have given decades, to different jobs. Now, beloveds, I want to work, for ME. Yet, blast it all, I don’t know how!!!!

Ack.

So, I slap these ill fitting pages, on the world wide web, trying to reach a who gives two hoots about Cassandra world.

OMG!!

Pay me no mind, beloveds. I have been traversing, this particular mountain, for years. The difference is, I am no longer afraid, to try, for ME. I have had all the faith, in the wide world, for other folk.

As for me….*shrug*. I was raised not to expect a turn. To not hope for a turn. To not request a turn. Let alone HAVING a turn.

Until, one day, beloveds, God asked me:

What do YOU want for YOUR life?

I could not answer.

I was not sure.

Okay, I was sure. I was just afraid, to admit it, out loud.

What if I failed?!

*gasp*

Worse, what if I succeeded!!??

So, I did the easy thing and bartered my efforts, for God’s Silence. His Silence in not calling me out on my fear.

The Universe was having none of THAT!

Life was having absolutely ZERO of THAT!!!

My heart could no longer tolerate me living a fraidy cat I am too old black womanly loud broke tore up from the floor up life.

My spirit would no longer tolerate me living a half baked, lazy life.

My soul could no longer abide me hiding from life, from my dreams, from all things that made me, well, me.

My very being, could no longer accept the mediocre/easy version, of me.

Greatness called me forth.

Relentless shouted at me.

Unconditional Love let me know time was growing short.

Rise, Cassandra, They cried out, in Unison.

I rose.

I am.

Here.

Straining towards…..good grief, beloveds, I don’t know.

Yet, I know, very well, what I must do and say:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I keep asking The Universe to show me how to monetize me so I can do all the ridiculous things I want to do for folks. I want to make them laugh. I want to make them cry. I want to make them KNOW how very much they are loved.

Beloveds, I wish I could take my heart, from my chest, to show you how much love there is.

Life is short.

Love someone.

Start, with you.

Don’t allow another moment to pass, except that you have helped another bear the weight of a lonely heart.

We are, all of us, lonely.

We are starved, all of us, for love.

Genuine, honest to goodness, love.

That’s it.

That’s all.

It breaks my heart, beloveds, to see folks chasing down love, in things that do not serve them.

It kills me, to see folks killing themselves, to buy love, using their looks, their money, their jobs, their this, their that, the other things, to purchase a scrap of love. I call this practice, ‘paying rent’.

STOP paying rent, beloveds.

You do NOT have to spend another second or moment, trying to buy or prove your worth.

Your life was worth the death of a King.

And, if you are not a believer, that’s completely okay, as well.

Your life was STILL worth the death of a King, you don’t/wont/can’t, believe in.

You win, beloveds, either way.

Be encouraged.

None of us knows how much time we have.

I plan on spending the rest of mine loving and encouraging…YOU!

Say a prayer for me.

Send an email.

Ask The Universe to bless my try.

Give a like so I will know I am not just talking to myself.

Type out a response and make me smile.

All haters and scammers, kick rocks. It’s amazing how many have started following me on Instagram getting ready to pounce. Men, thinking I am desperate for a husband. SMH.

Lastly, okay, I just like saying lastly…*shrug*.

Be encouraged.

Live, with intention.

54 and counting my way to 55, come November. Should I reach 55, I plan on doing some amazing things.

How about you?

Ready.

Set.

Go!

growing/going,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

  1. j scott's avatar
    j scott on IT ME!

    as always beautifully written, beautifully spoken beautifully sister…..your journey is far from over . ❤️

  2. Anthony Nguyen's avatar

    That reminder to stop trying to prove ourselves and just set down the weight of guilt is so deeply comforting.…

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