I work. Hard. I take much pride in working hard. I give my all. To, my job. To, others. To, The Universe. To, Life. To, God. Now, to/for ME.
Sadly, I used to put me last, if at all. For work and all else, I didnβt care how much or how many times I was inconvenienced or came upon a road block. I did my level best to conquer all.
For me, though, for my dreams, I hate to say this but just as soon as a stiff breezed rolled in, I rolled out. I showed out. I lamented. I carried on about not being seen, heard, loved or valued. Then, I took my toys, and left. Left to continue to fight for everyone and everything, but me.
It was easier, you see. I could blame, them, not me, for my dreams not coming true. I could rail against the unfairness, of life. I could chew out God, for not getting things done or taking too long or this, that, the other thing. I could tell The Universe to kick rocks and pick on someone else.
One day, though, I was praying and talking to God about..*shrug*. I donβt remember. Anywho, I was jabbering on about nothingness, when God whispered βTell The Universe what you wantβ. Such an ODD request, I thought. Especially, coming from God.
Yet, I did as asked. Scariest thing I have EVER done. I donβt know why, but asking The Universe, it opens up oneβs inmost thoughts, hopes and dreams. Those terrifying dreams. Those dreams, so huge, we can barely think on them. They are just too darned big to imagine or believe WE could possibly bring them, into existence.
Yes, THOSE, God whispered for me to ask The Universe for. So, I tiptoed, to the edge of my deepest dreams/fears, swallowed hard, closed my eyes, jumped and landedβ¦
Upon Godβs Word. Ah. Aha! Without going all preachy, Jeremiah 29:11 says – For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.
Meaning, God means good things, for our lives. We are the ones who spend our lives diminishing our value. We try and find value in people, places and things.
Anywho, I asked The Universe to help me make MY dreams, come true. An adventure, is being had, by all. Goodness and gravy, though, the way has been hard. I have been forced to fight. For, me.
Every day. EVERY day, Life shows up, shows out and asks me how badly I want my dreams to come true. Now, every day, EVERY day, I demand life give me my dreams and bounty!
GIVE THEM HERE!!
And, often, every day, disappointment has shown up, showed out, and popped me and my dreams upside the head. And, now, every day, EVERY day, I tell disappointment, I shall see it, tomorrow!
Beloveds, I may not reach the unreachable star. I promise you this: NOBODY will have had more fun, trying, than me!
Ah.
Aha!
Life is short. Live.
living/fighting for me,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Fight for you. Fight for your dreams. You are worth it.