Me: Enough already!
55: What’d I do now?
Me: EVERY day, 55, you remind me of all I have not yet done!
55: How in the world did I do that?
Me: By being 55! My God!…55!!!!!!
55: What’s wrong with ME? You enjoyed all the other 5’s up til now.
Me: Hhmm. This is true. They never made me feel…well….oooooooooooollld.
55: Why do I make you feel old?
Me: Ah.
55: Aha!
Me: Couldja send 20s back round so I can redo some things?
55: Life doesn’t work that way.
Me: Well, crap.
55: I feel you.
Me: I don’t know what to DO with you, 55. I don’t know what to do with ME. I’m afraid of all your friends coming behind. I’m afraid they might not come.
55: I see. I have some things I would like to show you. May I? I’m asking for A Friend.
Me: K
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: 55 has been scaring the begeez out of me. She keeps pushing me over cliffs and forcing me to fly. How deliciously terrifyingly fantastic.
Keep going, beloveds. Don’t let your age, whatever your number, scare you into believing all is lost and your days are numbered. They are numbered. You just don’t know how many have been alloted. Best to enjoy each one, eh? Asking for A Friend.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- 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
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 