I ran out of trash bags.
Again.
I forgot to order trash bags.
Again.
Crapola.
So, now I have to use left over delivery bags. Yea, I know, they are smaill and ugly.
So what?
They are suiting my NEED.
Oftentimes, folks tend to want to dress up things. They want to run around in flash because they feel like a bit of less than, deep inside.
I used to feel that way.
Deep inside, where no one else could see, hear, or no. Yet, I KNEW. I hid. From, me. From, God. From, Life. I gave my all, inside secretly feeling as if my all was ugly, like a little delivery bag that was no good for anything but carrying just a bit of this and that.
Over time, a LOT of time, and healing, and healing, and healing, and time, and time, and a whole lotta aggravation, I have come to learn that I am more than enough. My life. My thoughts. My heart. My this. My that. My all that makes me….ME.
I.
Am.
Enough.
How great is that?
I, me, Cassandra, whodathunkit?!
It seems as if we spend a lifetime, chasing after validation. Does he love me? Does she think about me? Does the job respect me? Did mom love me? Does dad care for me?
On and on and on we ask for love everywhere but where we need to start: Within!
If we can’t love ourselves, how the world can we expect to be able to RECEIVE or feel love from anyone else? Answer: We can’t!!
Know, beloveds, KNOW:
You are enough.
Period.
End of story.
Continue to rewrite and reimagine your life. WE frame what we see.WE perceive events that happen to and for us. WE can change things, change our perceptions, whenever WE choose.
We are NOT helpless and hapless victims of circumstances.
Use what you have.
Create new things out of old things.
Keep on keeping on.
We got this.
We ain’t done yet, beloveds. We got thangs to do!
doing thangs with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToYou
Note: It’s imperative to remain focused when your feels get all feely on you. Else, you will be believing lies and foolishness that it’s over for you and your dreams. Ha!
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
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