When you don’t know what to do, do something.

There are days when I just don’t know what to do:

I don’t know, what to do with the emotions running all over the room.

I don’t know, what to do with want to that don’t want to.

I don’t know, what to do with bills I can’t pay.

I don’t know, what direction to turn.

I don’t know, what to do with my sad.

I don’t know, what to do with my mad.

I don’t know, what to do with my writing.

I don’t know, what to do with me.

What do I do?

I write.

I give myself permission to be sad.

I give voice to my anger.

I start walking in any direction knowing The Universe will point me the right way.

I allow myself to sell.

I remind myself to rejoice and embrace the day.

I happen to my day.

When you don’t know what to do, beloveds, sometimes it’s good, to do something.

Not knowing can be used as an excuse to not try.

Try, YOUR way. Leave out some commas. Throw in, some exclamation points!

When you don’t know what to do, do something.

doing something with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Being forced to learn a super hard position, at my tender age of 50ish, was THE toughest thing I have EVER done. It was:

Humbling.

Demeaning.

Demanding.

Embarrassing.

Just about every ing one could go through. I cried. A lot. I fussed at God. A lot. Told Him it was NOT fair to put me through this. Not, NOW, I said. I had gotten comfortable. I KNEW what I was doing! I was great at it. Now, I had not the first clue. Yikes.

Those times, those incredibly embarrassingly hard times, forced me to confront:

Failure.

Discouragement.

More, failure.

More, discouragement.

Until, I fought my way out. I learned that I was okay, even if I had not the first clue. My identity was no longer in how awesome I was, at my job. God loved me, mess ups and all. Whew!

I no longer had to walk a high wire of trying to earn love/respect through my actions/deeds/efforts.

I could talk for days, on this subject. I shall end, temporarily, with this:

When you don’t know what to do, do something. It will help to get you out of the paralyzing state of ‘I can’t do this!’. You can. You will.

Be encouraged. If you are here, with me, it is proof that you ARE doing all you know, eh?

I wish someone had told me, long time ago, I didn’t have to be strong. That I didn’t have to spend my life, trying to convince the world I was worthy of being here. I was. I am. As, are you, beloveds.

Thank you, for spending a bit of time, with me. You could be doing anything. Amazingly, you made your way here. I am honored. Life is short. Love someone. Start with you.

here,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have been pondering and praying for all the fantastic bloggers/readers on WordPress.com. I have been stalking many of yall…lol. I have been enjoying the different blogs. If you don’t have one, consider creating one. You would be amazed how much fun they are and how fulfilling they can be. Yes, at first, it can be awfully discouraging to get few, if any, likes or responses. Do like I do and make up a million tags/categories. I have NO idea what that does but that’s how a few have made their way to my blog…*shrug*.

I almost forgot to give you this!:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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