Okay, last one, beloveds.
This was such a discouraging day, I couldn’t let it go by without telling someone to be encouraged.
My age has been lying to me ALL day. 😂 Laughing at me and telling me it’s much too late for me and my insignificant voice and dreams.
Which is why I have been filling inboxes letting folk know to tell age and doubt to kick rocks.
I may never get where I am trying to get. Hopefully, some of yall will make it boosted up on my shoulders.
Either way, we win, eh?
Life is good. Even when the going is tough enough for you to scream ow!
Ow!
Think I will keep staring at my sand art thingies and keep dreaming. I enjoy annoying disappointment by my try. Frustration got tired of me saying ‘so what’ and went to sit on the curb with anger, and anxiety. I kicked EVERYTHING out of my mind, heart and spirit that was trying to suck my joy.
Be encouraged.
And the peanut gallery said:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU
here STILL,
Cassandra
Note: You already know what I am going to say. Go love someone. Starting with you.
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 