Month: November 2023

Heart ❤️ check Monday on Sunday.

Ah, Sunday.

We greet you. We shall enjoy YOU.

We promise to enjoy you, ALL day.

We shall NOT fret about your fellow mate, Monday. We shall greet Monday, on it’s day.

We promise not to tote tomorrow’s worry, into today.

We promise not to worry about the coming of Monday. Ah, Monday, we shall enjoy you when you get here. You will have much to say and show us.

How is your heart, beloveds? Well, I am hoping. If not, what’s the matter? Talk to someone. Don’t dismiss your heart and concerns. If it’s important to you, it’s important to The Universe.

Enjoy your day. Embrace the life you have. It’s yours. You only get the one. Our time is finite. That’s fine. Enough time to love someone. Starting with you.

Be encouraged.

Ah, beloveds, you on my mind today, early, as ever and always. Why? Why not you? I love you. Loving you for A Friend…

hopeful,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: What are you doing here still? Get to loving on this world. All hands on deck people!😍🥰

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…

Writing as me.

I write weird.

Okay, so I don’t think it weird.

Just me.

The world does not seem to care for folks being them.

So what?

Keep being you.

Write.

Weirdly.

Your way.

writing weirdly for no reason,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t let this world scare you into being everyone else but you. This world needs your weird…lol.😆

In case no one has told you: I love you. Nuff said. Love someone. Starting with you.

You are loved and you are not alone.

Life, why you keep bugging me.

Well, phooey!

AAARRRGGHHH!

Go away!!!

*stamps foot*

Stupid bugs!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

*sniff*

*Cassandra continues, valiantly, to battle, tiredly, er, tirelessly, against the occasional dastardly that dashes, cross the floor*

*pout*

I hate bugs! I am doing my best to not hate ME for being too lazy to take out the trash one day tooooo late, Cassandra!!!!

So dumb.

Dummy me.

Okay. I’m sorry, me. I promised I would NOT castigate you for making mistakes. Mistakes are made, every day it seems, when we are living and making our way in and through the world.

Do the best you can, beloveds, to keep taking out the trash. Don’t put it off. Do the needed thing. Do the hard thing. Do the boring thing. Just keep doing thangs, okay? Asking for Your Friend.

taking out the trash,

Cassandra

Note: I promised myself I would do my best to write every day. To work towards my dream of writing and working from home from MY writing every day. To try. Every day. I got my promise in early today. Life is short. Live, beloveds. Remain joyful. Through it all. No, it is not always easy. So what? Stop looking for life to be easy and fair. It has never been. It shall never be. So what? Live. Rejoice. Love. Try. Rinse. Repeat.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being… YOU

Early I am.

Early, I am.

Saturday, I come for thee.

Early, I come.

World, you shall NOT dismiss me.

I shall:

Love you.

Pray for you.

Hope for you.

Laugh at you.

Cheer for you.

Encourage you.

Rejoice with you.

Love me.

Love me not.

So what?

There is the whole of you, world, waiting/needing to be loved. I shall do my part. I can not help what my neighbor shall/shall not do. Ah! I shall start by loving my neighbor.

Early, I am, neighbor…

loving my neighbor as myself,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short. It looks like the world has truly gone mad and has lost it’s way. The world is trying to convince us there is no right and wrong. That love of others is old-fashioned. That living with integrity is woke. I choose to be woke. Smh. Folks are running around using the word woke like it’s a dirty word. Another subject for another day. Love someone, please. Asking for A Friend.

Hard: You got this, Cassandra.

“You got this, Cassandra.”

“YOU GOT THIS, CASSANDRA!”

Over and over, ALL week, my trainer has been encouraging me.

Over and over, I secretly did NOT believe her. Okay, I did not believe in ME…*sigh*. I felt:

Old.

Ancient.

Decrepit.

I also felt:

Left out.

Unneeded.

Unwanted.

Can I tell you something, beloveds? Promise not to tell?…*sigh*.

I was secretly hurt I had to spend my 55th birthday alone. Yea, God was with me. I couldn’t SEE Him. Yes, mom was with me. I couldn’t HEAR her voice. Yeah, Jesus loves me. I couldn’t HOLD His Hand.

So, I have been feeling inadequate, somehow. I told myself it was okay and I had fun. I did. I WAS okay, then. Now? Thanksgiving is coming and another occasion I spend alone. Yet, not.

Soooooooooooooooo training felt like another extension of not being enough, not knowing enough, not knowing how.

Crap.

Yet, the AMAZING thing was I was also full of joy and hope and peace. How? Why? Because, I chose, I decided, on the front end I would enjoy my week I didn’t care what happened.

It’s a good thing I made the choice, BEFORE I started. All hell AND it’s friends, broke out and showed out every which way. System issues made work almost unworkable.

The bill monster jumped out of the closet trying to scare the bejeez out of me.

Vertigo decided to take me to here and yon and refused to let go. It twirls, even now.

Insomnia has come calling and keeps trying to invite grief. I told them both to kick rocks. I have thangs to do.

For those who are struggling or tired:

Be encouraged. Keep to your routine. This time will pass. It will. No, you are never the same, after a tough loss of any kind. Still, your newness can and will be fulfilling IF you choose to be.

You got this. As do I. You are loved. You are NOT alone. Keep on being you.

doing thangs together,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Pppsssst: Hey, someone post a good note. I’m hiding out from Silent Knight and Valencia. Don’t tell them I was here, okay?…*Cassandra ponders her next sneak attack.*

Good morning, Saturday.

Good morning, Saturday.

Great to see you.

Wait!

What are you doing here soooooooo early this morning?!

*mutters to self*

*pout*

*Cassandra tells Saturday to kick rocks and come back at noon*

*Cassandra heads back to bed*

Sheesh.

😴,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Getting my morning started with humor. Wait! Morning, what are you doing here soooooooo early?! Kick rocks til noon…😅

Have a great Saturday, beloveds. The week was all weeky, wasn’t it? We made it. We did the best we could, didn’t we? Let that be enough. We ARE enough. We are loved. We are NOT alone. Love someone. Starting with you.

O, yea, you may or may not find shenanigans messing with you over this next little while. I heard her conspiring with my little imp.😳

Be careful!…hhmm….*Cassandra snatches a lampshade, places it upon her head, stands upright hoping to be thought a lamp so as to tease, er, frighten, er, play with an unsuspected beloved or two…*…to be continued.

Hard: Seriously, God?

S

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I

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U

S

L

L

Y

!!

😳🤕

Geeeeeeeeeeeeez!

*Cassandra looks at her AGAIN malfunctioning work equipment and considers all kinds of possibilities in the way of mayhem upon said malfunctioning work equipment.*

Welllllllllll…

Hhmmm.

Seriously, God, I KNOW You said You would not give us more than we can bear…

Um, so like, um, my Wonder Woman cape and lasso is in the shop, God. Um, can You kinda lighten a sista’s load, a bit? I miss mom. Work is impossible. My health acting a fool. My finances told me to kick rocks and do the best I can.

The Universe said It had nothing, when I asked what the what the??!

Seriously, God? I know this is shaping me but Egads!

Okay. Okay. I don’t understand. I don’t know why hard being so hard. I will:

Try.

Live.

Love.

Thanks, God. For…

Everything.

living even when it’s hard,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep going. Even when it’s hard. Goodness these mom less days have been hard this year. Tough times come. Tough times pass. Most folk give up before the battle has been won. Stay in the fight. Laugh. Cry. Rinse. Repeat.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

I know.

Me: It’s hard.

God: I know.

Me: It hurts.

The Universe: I know.

Me: This hurts.

Life: I know.

It’s hard. It hurts. THIS hurts!!

Me: I know.

ow,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: For anyone who has lost loved ones, the holidays are often bittersweet. They are:

Hard.

Nostalgic.

Hard.

Wistful.

Hard.

Noisy.

Hard.

Joyful kinda sorta maybe almost.

Hard.

Be encouraged. Be kind to your heart. Be mindful of your feels being extra needy and feely. Do NOT dismiss your feels, or you, during this time.

It’s hard. I know. It hurts. I know. God knows. He understands. Doesn’t make the hurt, hurt less. Doesn’t make the sad, less sad. Doesn’t make the lonely, less lonely. There IS comfort. Be encouraged.

While the hard is hard, be good to you. Stay away from comfort eating and alcohol to distract you. Do healthy things such as taking a walk, getting fresh air, talking with a friend, making new friends, playing, going to a movie, reading a book, going to church, yakking with God, yelling at God for…*shrug*…you’ll find something to fuss with Him about. I hollered at Him, gently, for taking my mama.

Be good to you. Be encouraged. Take things slow during the holiday season. I allow my heart to be sad. I don’t wallow there. I move on and get on with my life. Right now, life is a bit sad missing mom…*sigh*.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

Heart ♥ check Friday.

It’s Friday!

Again!

Whewwwwwwwww!

We made it!!

Just barely, in some cases, I suspect.

No matter.

Whatever!

Breathe.

Rejoice.

Rest.

What about tomorrow?

What about it?

Enjoy your today. Stop being so greedy. 😂

How is YOUR ♥ heart? Yea, yours. I know. I know. You are not used to considering you. Too busy assisting the world. Rest now. Your turn for:

Healing.

Care.

Love.

Joy.

Put down the dukes. Battle done. Open your arms and receive all the love you have won!

Receive. Give. Rinse. Repeat. Ah, beloveds, we got this…

loving me for me,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Take some of your Friday just to love on some you. Then, scrape up some courage and love someone you thought you could not. Love the one who has gotten on your LAST nerve. Go on now. Folk are hurting and lonely.