Remember to give back.

I finished up my pieces for the coming week.

Or, so I thought. Smh.

I had turned off my blogging phone. Yes, I have one phone I use to yak at yall with as I get on about my day.

Anywho, I decided to visit some of my fave blogs. Yayaya!

N-E-Waze, I silently stalk read some. I replied to others. I tried to send a coffee to another.

Why?

For one, it’s just how I be. Also, I got to thinking…uh, oh!🤣.

I got to thinking how I feel when an occasional person comments on a piece. I admit it. I melt.🥰😁

Not because it soothes my ego. It’s because it’s a sign, perhaps, perchance, that my goofy self may have, by accident, by happenstance, may have happened to touch a heart. If only for but a moment.

I rejoice knowing, hoping that I maybe have removed a pebble from someone’s mountain.

I don’t know what others feel when their pieces, when their words, when their song, when there inspiration is not only taken in but RESPONDED to.

I just know how I used to feel when my words were unacknowledged.

Now, I don’t live for likes or responses. I cherish every one, though. Not because I am waiting for a super rich beloved to roll over to my GoFundMe Page and slap a couple hundred or thousand or million in there. Hint.😁🥰🤣🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️🙏❤🎤

I just learned to focus on MY why and likes and responses will or won’t come by whosoever will.

In the meantime, beloveds, I am asking on behalf of every blogger, vlogger and every other ‘ger out there so he/she/they can get their particular warm fuzzy.

We all need each other don’t we, beloveds?

I’m supposed to be getting in Superbowl mode. I hear some pregame snacks calling. Care to join me?

asking for a friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereForIt

Note: What are you still doing here? You are supposed to be blessing someone or heading my way for pregame snacks. Don’t forget the beverage and pass out some love before you leave. Start with you.

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