I have a weird π laugh.
Which makes me laugh, when I laugh.
It feels me with joy.
I call it my joy bubbles.
Why?
It makes me laugh, to say that, which makes me laugh, which makes more joy bubbles.
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We need to make more joy bubbles, don’t you think?
Life is so very short. I’m doing the best that I can and make the most of my life I miss my mom. I miss others that have passed away. I hate that I was not able to buy mamma home like I had always wanted to now, I must make a home among all without my mom
I’m doing my best, mom. I wish you were here. I wish you could see me now, mom. I wish I could hear your crazy laugh. I wish I could leave my head on your Buddha belly I wish so many things.
I’m trying, mom. Can you see me?
Laugh with me mom. Let’s make joy bubbles together, okay?
This year has gone mighty fast I have scarcely been able to keep up with it.
Make some joy bubbles, beloved. Life is shorter than any of us know.
Leave regrets behind. There is no changing the past. Move forward. Move on. Move beyond.
Beyond:
The past.
Past, mistakes.
Mistakes are just that.
Begin.
Again.
Then, again, if needed.
Rinse.
Repeat.
One step.
One step.
One step.
Be encouraged.
Take care of yourself for me.
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
