Get up and fight(write).

Fear rolled up on me with quite the roar.

Like a moron, I listened.

I feared.

I turned out the lights.

I hid.

I wondered where God was.

I yelled at an unlistening Universe.

Then, good habits told me to shut up, get up, and write.

I shut up.

I got up.

I am writing.

Life can be tough, beloveds. When it gets hard, try harder. When it gets discouraging, try harder. When you are ready to run away and hide, try harder. Rinse. Repeat.

I refuse to give up. Crap. Life sure would be easier if I did…

fighting still,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I admit it. I was all ready to feel sorry for myself and tell dreams to kick rocks. I can’t. These damned things are just too damned loud! Crap.

Instead, I made some soup and figured I would pass on a bit of encouragement to someone who is also secretly considering giving up on their dreams. Not quite yet, beloveds. We got thangs to do.

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