Love: Sneak attack(s).

I have love to give, beloveds.

As do you.

Before we do, we have two, which shall be nameless, who are preparing to prepare for my next sneak attack.

Ha!

NONE can withstand my cunning, my sheer brilliance, my…

Huh?

No fair!

*Cassandra wipes whipped cream from her eyes in time to see Valencia and Silent Knight diving behind the 🛋 couch.*

Fooooooooooooood Fight!!

*Cassandra snatches up some chocolate donuts setting her feet to hurl couches way.*

Hhmm. No need in wasting good 🍲 food.

*Cassandra invites all for dessert 🍰. Need to get properly fueled before shenanigans can be properly commenced.*

patiently plotting her next victims, er, move,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life has been especially hard. Work. No mom. Health. No mom. Finances. No money. No mom. Thanksgiving next week. No mom…*sigh*.

I have told insomnia and comfort eating to kick rocks. I have been doing my best to stay on schedule.

It’s important, beloveds, to understand that the especially hard times really do pass. They seem to take a forever to move on. They do. The trick is how WE choose to end up AFTER the storm has passed. Will you be:

Bitter?

Hopeful?

Faithful?

Faithless?

Loving?

Closed off?

Afraid?

Fearless?

The choice is ours. I choose love. Still. I choose joy. Still. I choose hope. Still. I choose faith. Still. Why? Mom would want me to, for one.

Also, because life can be hard/unfair but so what? Don’t get me wrong. I miss mom every second of every day. The holiday season becomes a never ending mine of trying to keep from losing mine.

That bitterly cold morning they buried mom, I thought I would never laugh again. Thought I would never hope again. Believed I would never have joy again. I have done all those things and more.

I told God, Life AND The Universe to kick 🥊rocks! I was:

Angry.

Angry!

ANGRY!!

It took a while. A loooooonnng while, beloveds, to make my way 🔙 back to life, to living, to trying, to caring.

What got me back?

God: Take out the trash, Cassandra.

The Universe: Load the dishwasher, Cassandra.

Life: Get out of bed, Cassandra.

Be encouraged. If you are currently going through, mad at the whole damned world, tired, tired of giving two hoots and wondering why you are still in the fight, fight on!

Take out the trash. Load the dishwasher. Get out of bed. Life awaits and you got thangs to do.

Speaking of which…

*Seeing that Valencia and Silent Knight has fallen for the innocent let’s have dessert ruse, Cassandra lobs a nerf ball at both and dives into the closet.*

Stay in the game, beloveds. Speaking of which, if you have any good sneak attack ideas, shoot me an email. Help me keep it moving these next days. They are super hard. Miss you mom.

here,

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: NO time. Shenanigans is hot on my tail…

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