Month: September 2023

Why do you…?

Why do you?

Why, do you do, what you do?

WHY do you?

Why, do you think, what you think?

Why do YOU?

Why, do YOU, think and do the things, that you do?

I love, learning.

I love, thinking.

I love, thinking about learning.

I always have. I don’t know why.

I love writing. I love it’s rules. I love breaking the writing rules by not putting commas where they need to be. By using, too many, commas, to, comma, separate, my thoughts. 🤣

Why?

In part, because I have been boxed in, all my life. I have been told, as a black woman, I am:

Loud.

Angry.

Angry AND loud, when neither of those things, were true. Yes, at times, I AM angry. I AM loud. Yet, us sistas have many, many reasons to be as such.

Sadly, whilst being accused of being mad/loud, we have also been admonished to NOT be angry, mad and loud.

Why?

Not for us. I just think most folk have NO idea what to do with a sista’s passion. With, her heart.

Our hearts, are tender. So much so, we protect them. Sometimes, loudly. Sometimes, angrily. Always, passionately.

That said, we love hard. We love, much. We yearn to BE loved. Love us.

Back to my question:

Why do you…

awaiting your answer,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I HAD to tell myself to keep on being me. I was reading some obviously talented writer blogs and they…whew, those puppies tend to intimidate the hooey out of me.

The authors have such amazing structure. The sites are beautiful. Many have many followers. When I return to MY site, it looks a site! I have no bells, no whistles. There are no charming sections. Just me.

Which is precisely why I started my blog, in the first place, beloveds! You don’t have to be anyone other than you. Your heart is what matters. As does mine, yes? Yes!

Keep, exploring. Enjoy other folks. Learn from them. Allow them to learn from you. Use too many commas. Use no commas. Okay, sprinkle some in so folks can, take a breath. Just be…YOU.

Enjoy, today. Look forward, to an awesome weekend. You have done your work, for the week. Take time, for you. Yall know the next bit by now:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Why blogging? Why now?

Having been a language teacher most of my life, it will come as no surprise that words have always been a passion for me. I love reading and have the habit of noting down any striking sentence or paragraph that resonates with me. Usually the quotes are about life and relationships. So could I perhaps […]

Why blogging? Why now?

Good morning, beloveds. I cam across this blog, this morning, and HAD to share. Delicious. Made my thinker really THINK! I am looking forward to reading other pieces and catching up.

It has been on my heart to share what inspires me. Yall do. Those of yall who have blogs, I read and am moved by them. I try to keep it shut and not respond else I would leave a book every other five minutes.

We all have things to share and contribute. I urge YOU to get your heart, your life out there for folk to…*shrug*

Last night, I dreamed I was asking a young man, how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. The apathy, in his answer, coming from his eyes, haunted me. It haunts me, still.

In the dream, I FELT my helpless, my frustration, as I pleaded with him TO CARE.

DAMMIT ALL WE HAVE TO CARE!

About:

The world.

Ourselves.

Our community.

Okay, will stop there. Just wanting to share what touched my heart, today.

Be encouraged.

Keep on being…YOU

You are NOT alone.

You are loved.

Yes, I KNOW, wombie, I am saying things out of order. I know my sis, yall. She will fuss with me later.

Take care,

Cassandra

Real talk: Speak YOUR truth.

I can be weird. I admit it. I ENJOY being me. I enjoy, my weirdness. I always have.

I never minded my weird. That is, until others tended not to like my weird. They thought I was, well, weird. I don’t know why I allow their view of me to influence how I saw me.

Thankfully, my weirdness, won out!

Keep on being you, beloved. There are plenty of people who will love, your weird. For those who don’t care for you, wish them well. Then, keep it moving. We think they are the weird ones, eh?

Speak YOUR truth. It belongs, to you. And, be okay with your truth changing as you change. Then again, your truth may remain the same. In any event, it belongs to you.

It amazes me how many people are allowing others to speak and believe for them. Life is much too short for that. What you think is what you think. You don’t have to think like me. I don’t have to think like you. That’s the beautiful thing, about life. We are all different.

Our differences are what makes us so beautiful. We’ll have to be afraid of someone because we don’t understand them. We can get to know them. We can allow them to get to know us. We just have to keep speaking our truth. Whatever that may be.

Who do I think I am to be telling folk what to do? Good question. I’m me. Period. I shall keep being mean. I shall keep on speaking my truth. Keep on speaking yours, won’t you?

I’ve been reading things I used to never read. I’ve been watching shows I used to never watch. I have been, growing. I have been amazed, at the things, I have been learning about different cultures, races, creeds, beliefs.

Life is short. Speak your truth. Don’t be ashamed of what you believe. You can change your mind. Or, you can stay the same. Your choice. Your truth. Your voice.

Lift up your voice. This world, needs what only you can give it.

Take care of yourself, beloved. Your heart is precious, as are you.

Speaking my truth,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

I will never…

I will never…

Yall already KNOW what I am fixing to say!

We will NEVER!

Nuff said,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You will never…? You tell me. YOU decide what you will and will NOT stand for, in your life. There are NO victims here! Stand fast! Stand up! Don’t you DARE give up on you. I mean it!

You know what to add here:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

Start somewhere.

Start somewhere.

Doesn’t matter where.

Just start.

Somewhere.

Anywhere.

It doesn’t even matter what you start with.

Just start.

Somewhere.

Anywhere.

The starting of the hard part.

It takes a lot of energy to complete yourself to begin again. Again. It takes real effort to convince yourself that you can make it. It appears to be easier to keep doing that nothing you have been doing.

Just start.

Somewhere.

Anywhere.

How many times do you have to start over?

Who cares?

Just start. Somewhere. Anywhere!

Starting with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

I got you.

I got you.

In prayer.

I’m cheering for you.

There are days when it’s hard to know what to say. There are days when it’s hard to know what to do. There are days…

We’re in the last part of the year. Although,we may not be where we thought we would be, we are much further ahead than we know.

I got you.

Keep believing in yourself, and your dreams. Your dreams, can and will, come true. They, will. Have faith, in them. Have faith, in you. If you can see it, you can be it. So, can I. Today, I had to tell myself, I got you. I had to tell myself, to keep on keeping on. I had to tell myself, to have faith. I had to tell myself, not to give up, on me. I had to tell myself, this mountain will move. I have to.

I got you, beloveds.

One step.

One step.

One step…

I got you, I told my dreams.

I got you, I told my doubts.

I got you, I told Joy.

When will I quit, whenwould I give in, when will I give up, when when I throw in the towel?

After I have won, of course!

This day started out in a disappointing way. Only because of the way I was perceiving it. I changed, my mindset. I changed, my mind. I chose, to believe this day would end, with my victory. I chose, to believe my dreams may be found, at the end of the day. If not, I will keep on keeping on.

Until we win, I got you!

Be encouraged.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

♥ Heart check:

How is YOUR heart, today?

You don’t know?!😳

Time out!

Take the time to:

Rest.

Just a smidge.

Enjoy a bit of your life. You don’t have to be doing every second of every day.

Sit back.

Stretch.

Take a walk.

Take a short nap.

Take a bit of your life and give yourself permission to not do a blasted thing.

You can save the world, after while…

Resting with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Thanks wombie.

My twin, my wombie, has earned a medal, this week.

I have been sick, crabby, frustrated, annoyed, disappointed, disgusted and every other negative word one can think of.

I have cried, carried on just a smidge, kicked against the constraints of my life, yelled at The Universe, whispered fussings at God, told myself what a lousy figure out of life person I am.

Yea, beloveds, I cut up, just a tad, with my wombie. It felt good, to be:

Honest.

Afraid.

Angry(?).

Sad(?).

Hopeful.

Doubting(?).

Joyful.

I have been fighting with the night. Every night now, for days. Come morning, I have been fighting with morning, ALL day.

My wombie, bless her heart, has stood fast through it all. Whew!🤒😳🤷‍♀️

Thought I would pass some of the savings onto you, beloveds. 😁🤣

I really wanted to encourage you to:

Lean on someone.

Your burdens ARE important. You are NOT a burden!

Let folk know you are tired of battling alone. This life is tough. We all need support.

Like an idiot, I used to carry my hard, alone. I cherish my heart too much, now, to do that. I encourage you to care for YOU.

Reach out to someone. If you don’t have a someone, you lie! You got me, eh? You got God. You got The Universe. You got folk around you. Look around. Then, reach out to someone.

If you are not currently struggling, believe you me someone you know is! Check on them. Do some heart checks. Starting with your own.

Remember:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

praying for us all,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

If you words didn’t matter, the world wouldn’t be trying so hard to shut you up.

Keep trying.

Keep speaking.

Keep asking for what you need and want.

Your words DO matter. So does mine. If our words were not important, the world wouldn’t be so insistent to shut us up.

This morning, I wanted to tell myself to kick rocks. I did NOT want to have to find words to encourage me, let alone you.

I did NOT want to do the same old, same old, today. I wanted to be walking, in the life EVERYTHING inside of me says is waiting for me!

The Universe, keeps insisting there is a there, I must get to, to live the life I imagine.

My imagination is driving me up ten walls!

Fresh hell!

Crackers!!

Geeezzzz!!

Life keeps demanding I chase it down. Life keeps insisting there is a there for me to get to!

God, dear god, keeps insisting there is a there I need to get to!!

I want to tell everyone, including me, to shut up and kick rocks!

They should have left me in my mediocre, don’t try to hard for ME life! It was easier there!

THERE, I could blame my job. THERE, I could blame the past. THERE, I could blame everyone and everything for my lack.

Yet, the there God/Life/The Universe has me in search of requires that I be:

Determined.

Relentless.

Hopeful.

Joyful.

FAITHFUL!

This time, frustrating though it may be, is creating in us fruits that will serve us for the rest of our lives!

Your words are:

Powerful.

Life-affirming.

Life-changing.

Beloveds, be careful of the words you allow to come out of your mouth. If you can’t think of something positive, zip the lip!

Speak, LIFE.

Speak, HOPE.

Speak, LOVE.

Above all else, keep speaking. You will be thankful you kept fighting, for YOU. This world will kick you, to the curb, the instant you are considered non-useful. Don’t you label you, as such.

I made myself:

Turn on the lights.

Encourage myself.

Tell myself the TRUTH.

Beloveds, don’t help out discouragement. Tell it to shut up. Then, shut out the noise and keep on keeping on.

When the hard gets too hard:

Pray.

Reach out.

Look up.

Stand up.

Believe.

You will lose ONLY if YOU quit. Don’t let you be the reason. Instead, allow YOU to be the reason that you win!

This is not a motivational speech. This is REAL talk. Put on your grown folk pants and keep going. We got thangs to do!

defiantly here,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Don’t.

Don’t.

Don’t!!

Don’t:

Quit.

Give up.

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I don’t give two figs how tiring/exhausting/discouraging things may be/seem/feel, you do NOT have permission to give up on you. Fuss, fume, fret. Drag discouragement with you, ALL day, if necessary. We got too much inside, beloveds, to give up on us. Not just yet. Stand fast. Tell the hard to shut up and keep it moving…