Perspective.

Long time, no see.

Long time, no writing for me.

Life, has, well, been life, here lately.

So much so that I got down, from the world merry go round, so I could FINALLY, see what I thought about life, about MY life apart from what I have been told by parents, churches, the world, real friends, false friends, and myself.

Perspective. I need it. I NEED it. I don’t know where it has gone. I am tired of doing what I am doing at work.

I love my job. It’s just not enough anymore. I can no longer hide amongst the comfort and safety of my job.

I no longer want to be safe. I want to be out there doing doing ridiculous writing things. Those ridiculous writing things don’t pay the bills. I imagine every creative person feels the same way.

Fresh hell. I don’t want to have to grow up. I want to stay a child dreaming childish things like I can change the entire world with my words.

Perspective. I’m trying to tell the adult in me to keep being an adult and stop thinking like a child.

Meaning…. Give up on your dreams at last and shut up.

I don’t know how.

I don’t know how to give up on these dreams.

I don’t know how to make these dreams come true.

Crap.

Around the same argument I go. 30 years plus and counting.

I wish my quitter would quit.

My heart told me to shut up and keep going.

I told my heart to kick rocks. My heart said no.

Crap.

I told The Universe to get someone else. The Universe said no.

Crap.

What do I do with me now?!

??,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged. Crap.

You are loved. You are NOT alone. Keep on being… YOU

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