Deliciously afraid.

I’m afraid.

It’s delicious!

I have never felt so alive, in the whole, of my life!

Why?

Because, I feel as though my heart, is standing at the precipice. Of…

Of?

I have NO idea.

Yet, I stand.

Breathless.

Breathtakingly, afraid.

It’s delicous!

I used to fear, such feelings. Heck, I used to fear feeling, at all. I only allowed myself to feel the ‘good’ feelings. Feelings such as loss, embarrassment, grief, discouragement, and the like, were NOT allowed. Nope. Nada. Nary, a one.

Thankfully, God/Life/The Universe, were smart enough to love me until I learned it was OKAY, CRUCIAL, NECESSARY, to feel what I feel. Whatever, those feels, may be.

Yes, it’s important not to allow your feels, to run your life. It is also important to allow yourself to feel. So, you can understand what truths, what lies, what what in the fresh hells, you are telling yourself.

See, we all have a tape player constantly feeding us messages. We have to ensure what we are listening to!

Last night, I cried. I was telling myself I was:

Old.

Past, my prime.

Then, I told discouragement to skeedaddle. It had done it’s work. I gently took my heart, into my hand, and loved on, me. I told myself the truth:

I am loved.

I am NOT alone.

I CAN.

I SHALL.

I CHOOSE.

I will love.

I will care.

I will try.

deliciously afraid,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is changing for us, beloveds, isn’t it? Terrifying. Exciting. Sad. Glorious. Joyous. Disappointing. Uplifting. Challenging. Hard. Sooooooooooooo many things, all at once.

Keep LIVING, beloveds. Embrace, ALL. Even, the scary. Even, the hard. Even, the..*shrug*. This morning, I forced my way, into my life. No, hiding. Not for me. Life is much too short.

Who is this stranger, in my bed? Where, did she come from? Was she ALWAYS there? Has she ALWAYS been waiting for me, to show up, for me? I stare at her, in awe. She, seems so unafraid. As for me, suddenly, I find myself weak and timid. What do I do with me now, beloveds? Asking for A Friend.

I alomst forgot!

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢