Real talk: Shaken AND stirred.

I find myself:

Shaken.

Stirred.

Scared?

Not really.

I am…

Something.

I just don’t know what this something IS, beloveds.

A new stranger has shown up. This woman, though, she is:

Hesitant?

Hesitating?

Waiting?

For what, I wonder?

For WHOM, I wonder?

I know not. I just know that she, that I, am waiting.

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!

I just popped ’round to remind you that it is perfectly okay to be shaken AND stirred.

I have found myself twisting myself into pretzels performing performative art to ‘prove’ to folk I am okay so they won’t feel bad about me being in my present condition.

My heart has said to hooey with that! I have had two blasted tornadoes in my yard! I have a reason to be flipping out just now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I find myself looking for ME, beloveds. Where is she, I ask? Where AM I, I ask The Universe?

I have no idea where I am. I DO know I am safe in His Hands.

Sunday is Father’s Day. My dad long passed away. I get to fight with Father’s Day, alone, in the midst of rubble outside my door. Thanks God. Appreciate Cha!…stamps foot.

I find myself shaken.

AND stirred.

Crap.

God, what in the fresh hell do I DO with me NOW?

asking for a friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It’s okay to not know. It’s okay to not quite be okay. It’s okay to be both shaken AND stirred, beloveds. STOP trying to ace every test. You are loved whether you receive an A or an F. Your worth is NOT in your grade. Your worth is NOT in what you have. Your worth is NOT in what you do. Your worth is in the simple fact you were born. Simple as that.

Ah, beloveds, put down the weight of expectation that you have. The expectation that you have to be perfect and serve the entirety of the world without asking for a thing for yourself. To hoooey with that lie from the very pits of hell!!

Ask for what you need. Keep reaching for love. Keep living a life of integrity. You SHALL be rewarded for being the you you were meant to be. You don’t have to be me. I don’t have to be me. We just have to…be. Let’s get on with it, shall we? Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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