Month: October 2023

Heart check ❤: Are YOU okay?

Afternoon, beloveds. I’m just checking on YOU.

Yea, YOU!

You, who is ALWAYS looking out for everyone, save YOU.

Enough!

It’s time, beloveds, for you to look after, well, YOU!

I have been doing the same. I have taken off, the weekend, just for, well, ME!…lol.

I turned off:

The phone.

My mind.

Then, lost my mind, in football, fruit snacks and a whole lotta naps. Delicious.

Now, I turn to…YOU.

It’s time, beloveds, for you to start living YOUR life. Pursing YOUR dreams. Asking yourself why.

Yea, yea, folks will yammer on and on about your being selfish. Smh. Note, THOSE type folk are ONLY thinking of THEIR interests, not yours. Tell them to kick rocks. Better, ignore them.

Folk who truly love you, will understand and will watch your back, as you rest.

I got you. Rest, now.

Be encouraged and remember:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU.

your friend truly,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: The reason WHY I write this blog is to let folk KNOW they are loved and not alone. I don’t seek you out for likes and money. Yes, I enjoy seeing a like or two. They give me warm fuzzies. Yes, I would love for folk to support my GoFundMe page so one day I can do what I really want to do on a large scale.

If that never happens, I am fully content and rejoice in being able to visit with YOU, on the daily.

You see, I have ALWAYS wanted to write this way, in a forum such as this. Yet, I let fear and what I thought others may or may not think of my words, of me, keep me from writing, unapologetically.

Today, I write. Unapologetically. In the hope that others, that you, may take courage and live out your foolish dreams. Foolishly, joyfully and without apologies.

You are NOT:

A, burden.

An, error.

A, mistake.

You ARE:

A, delight.

A, joy.

A force, to be reckoned with.

I have CHOSEN, to spend the rest of my days, reminding you, reminding ME, of these things.

Love someone, today. Start, with YOU, won’t you? Asking for A Friend. He loves you…

I love.

I love:

Being still.

Quiet.

Silent.

Being me is a lot. I admit it. Unapologetically. I am loud. Can’t help it. Always have been. Always will be.

Yet, I am also quiet. Still. Silent.

Folks don’t like it, when I get quiet.

“Why are you quiet?”

My quiet, disquiets them.

Why?

Beats me.

I think folk envy loud folk. I think quiet folks, wish they could be more loud. They can. They are afraid.

Why?

Cuz, life want loud folk to shut up. Loud folks tend to point out the elephant in the room. The world does not care for elephants, to be fed.

Good grief! WHY I woke up, in such a philosophical mood, is beyond me. I want to sleep. My heart wants to talk of elephants and quiet.

Be quiet, I want to tell my heart!

I love:

Being odd, for no good reason, of a morning.

Be well. Mostly, be you.

being odd for no good reason,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I needed a third piece, to complete my daily trilogy. This was as good as any.😆. The woman has jokes.🥰😋.

Have an awesome Sunday. I have a delicious day of 🏈 football waiting!! YAAAAAASSS!!

The louder I am, the quieter I have gotten.

The louder I am, the quieter, I have gotten.

The more, I have to say. The less, I find, to say.

Odd.

I am.

How odd.

oddly saying less,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I find this piece, odd. Deliciously so! How odd? So what? Why can’t I be odd? I can. So can you. The point, of the piece, of life, of this moment, is to BE. In, the moment. IN THE MOMENT!

Who cares who think it’s odd? Why can’t you be odd?! Be. Who you are. Unapologetically.

And the people said:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

THAT does not define you.

A relationship.

A job.

A house.

A car.

A mate.

No mate.

A child.

No child.

THAT does NOT, define who you are.

THAT does NOT, define who you are not.

THAT does NOT, define who you will/can be.

We fail each other, don’t we, when we try to cramp one another, into this box or that one?

Why, don’t we hold one another, by what we say, by what we do, by who we ARE?

Why must we have, before we can have, the esteem, of another?

Can’t I, just be, me?

Can’t you, just be, you?

Must we, be defined, by who we loved, by who we had, by who we didn’t have?

Must we, define ourselves, by where we live, where we didn’t live, who did or did not live, by us?

Must our children, or lack thereof, bear the brunt, of our definition? Must THEY be, in order for us to feel as if we, belong?

What then, does this, make our children?

Oh, that we lived, in a world, where our merit is by OUR merit. Yet, we have unmerited favor, by He who loves us, just cuz.

Just cuz, we are.

Never forget:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

I have been under the weather. No fun. It reminds me I know not how long I shall roam. I find myself wanting to shake the whole damned world. Wake up. Life is short. Time for us all to wake, from our slumber.

I am awake. The Universe is calling. Can you hear??…

listening,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: These words, won’t let me rest. They need to find…YOU! Go, now. You know I am speaking, to you. The Universe needs you. Ah, you feel it! That tug. That pull. Fear not. Go…

THAT defines who you are.

THAT defines who you are.

That.

That!

THAT!!

THAT defines who you are:

Your, try, or lack, therof.

Your, love, or lack thereof.

Your, care, or lack thereof.

Your, choices, or lack, thereof.

Your empathy, or lack, thereof.

Your, faith, or lack, thereof.

What you lack, financially, does NOT, define you.

What you lack, status-wise, does NOT, define you.

What you lack, physically, does NOT, define you.

Therefore:

Try.

Love.

Care.

Empathize.

Choose.

Believe.

In, you.

In, Life.

In, Love.

In, me.

In, God.

In, The Universe.

In, your fellow man.

In, your community.

In, your family.

The world will tell you not to. Tell the world to kick rocks and care, anyway. You and I are defined, partially, aren’t we, by…?

You tell me. Too often, we wait for others, for things, for this, for that, to define us. Best WE be about defining ourselves, eh, beloveds?

Life is much too short. Keep doing THAT…

doing THAT with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You tell me…

The Universe woke me up this morning.

The Universe, woke me up, this morning.

“Your life is about to change”.

How?

In what way?

Breathless, I await.

For?

I know not.

I find myself, breathless.

I have found, myself.

Ah.

Aha!

Your life is about to change, beloveds.

How?

In what way?

Ah.

Aha!

Keep asking.

breathless,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life woke me up early, this morning. Why? I shall tell you, perhaps, at day’s end. Don’t you have your own present, as in the present, to open? Let us go. Our lives are about to change…

It’s Friday.

It’s Friday. The week is at its end.

It took forever to get here!

The work week is done. It’s time for us to rest. It’s time for us to take a breath. It’s time for us to take a walk. It’s time for us to read a book. It’s time for us to watch a comedy. It’s time for us to watch a romance.

Take some time, just for you. Take some time, to been with loved ones. Take some time, to reach out to someone. Someone needs a bit of care. Start with you.

I hear coffee calling my name. I best answer.

Take care of you.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It’s Friday!

Keep plugging away.

Keep plugging away.

Okay, really?!

Omg.

OMG!!!!

What the what the…?!!!

*Cassandra seriously considers punching something. Cassandra, thinking of the possible pain, decides to fuss at the massive jumble of cords, instead*

OMG! I have EVERY cord, but THE RIGHT CORD!!!!

*Cassandra seriously considers tossing her gaming system out the front door. Cassandra, thinking of no Mario Bros or Mike Tyson’s Punchout, decides to fuss at the massive jumble of cords, instead.*

If I were blogging about this, I would expound about how this is just a metaphor, for life, my life, to be exact: Jumbled. Tangled. Seemingly, in a big mess. Somehow, having EVERY cord, except the cord I need.

Huh? I am blogging, you say? Hhmm. Okay,  I guess I could, wax eloquently, about the need to stay patient and joyful, as God/Life/The Universe, untangles the mess, called us and our efforts and tries.

The other day, I did the unwise thing, of judging my life, by what I perceived as my lack. I kicked myself, for not knowing HOW. I chastised myself, for not being further along. I cried, just a smidge.

I looked at the meager things, I had. Not looking at all the lives I have reached out to, in love.

I looked at the few friends, I had. Not looking at all the ways those few have filled my life with all manner of love, of joy.

I looked at this broken body, which had never borne a child. Not looking at all the children I have encountered, encouraged and half raised, over the years.

I looked at, all the places I have never been able to afford to see, in person. Not looking at, all the places I have seen, through these years.

I looked. REALLY looked. At all those things. I smiled.

Now, I look at all these jumbled, tangled cords. I smile.

I shall keep plugging away. At this tangled mess, called me. Life is messy. At times, I am messy. That said, I am also loved. Tangled. Free. No matter. I am loved. As are you.

Be encouraged.

Keep plugging away.

You can.

You will.

You already have.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Anybody can quit. But, you are not anybody! Keep trying…

How much…

How much…

Do you care?

A lot.

How much…

Will you give?

A lot.

How much…

Did it hurt?

A lot.

How much…

Has it cost?

A lot.

How much…

Have you given?

A lot.

How much…

Have you lost?

A lot.

Why?

Because you are loved.

A lot.

love from Your Friend/Protector,
Jesus

Note: For God so loved the world…

Remember:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

You are worth it.

I wanted fruit snacks. The expensive ones. Yet, I kept thinking about bills I kept thinking about rainy days. My heart said, get the good ones. My wallet said, you can afford the good ones.

I broke the tie. I was worth it. I am worth it. Now, I am excitedly waiting for my fruit snacks to come. The expensive ones! Yippee!!

Sometimes, we have to do the things we enjoy. We are worth it. Too often, we allow ourselves to feel guilty for doing things for ourselves. Yes, it’s great to help others. We must also take care of ourselves. We are important also.

Be sure, beloved, to ask yourself what you would like to do with your life. Then, get what you have left over. Stop giving everything, while leaving nothing for yourself. Be sure to refill.

Speaking of being refilled, I hear coffee calling me again.

Take care.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I got nothing… You tell me.