I am a problem solver.
Really.
I am.
At work, the biggest part of my job is solving problems.
ALL day.
And, if I can’t solve the problem, I am supposed to know who can and then make THEM SOLVE THE PROBLEM!
As you can imagine, when I get off work, THE last thing in the world I want to do is to solve another blasted problem.
This is a problem.
Because, after work, I must do the work of figuring out MY problems.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
On top of that, beloveds, I have to fight to not want to solve every problem for every person in the entirety of the world.
I am soooooooooooooooooo glad I have learned how to NOT take on the problems of every man, woman and child. Yes, I fret. I pray. I wonder. I lament. I rage and carry on about why the world most folks are not raging and carrying on for one another.
But, I also allow folk to work out their own hard. I am done with the pillow handing out thing. The hard is necessary.
I stopped by long enough to implore you to stop or to not become the problem solver of the world.
Your fam will figure things out.
Your friends will figure things out.
You will figure things out.
The rest will come out in the wash.
I have done my day.
Now, I rest.
What of tomorrow, you ask?
Tomorrow is not my problem…lol.
giving myself permission to rest,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Rest. Let folk do their own problems. They can do it. How else will they KNOW unless forced to live their own lives? Asking for A Friend.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on beingβ¦YOU!

Thanks, Cassandra.
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