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


