Ow.
Ow!
What a week this is turning out to be.
Wednesday, I sat through an interview that turned out to be a scam to drain my bank account…*sigh*.
Late Wednesday night, through the wee hours of morning, I had to sit through another really frightening storm system. Seeing all that red, on the weather radar, brought back memories best left forgotten. I called my big sis to see if she would talk with me as I waited for the storms to pass.
The storm passed after leaving tornado damage to a town a few rows over from me…*sigh*. Seeing the drone images of flipped over campers, homes with roofs ripped off, brought back feelings best left forgotten…*sigh*.
I told myself I was okay. I told myself everything would be alright. I told myself I would find a job. Told myself these storms would pass. Told sis I was really okay. Really, I was. I told myself I was okay. Really, I was.
Thursday, I rose. I made coffee. I did my self care. I prepared to write. I couldn’t write. I prepared to call my big brother, to see how he was and spend time regaling him with me being okay about coming up, on the end of the year and being job free still. I couldn’t call him. I prepared to call my twin to let her know how wonderful I was doing with waiting on things to turn around. I was all set to be super inspiring, uplifting and capable. I couldn’t call her.
Instead, I found myself taking to my bed. All day. All evening. All night. I tried to watch Thursday Night Football. I could not watch the game. I took back to my bed. I turned off the phone.
Day tapped me on the shoulder. Super early. Asked if I was ready to rise. I was NOT ready. I wanted to hide another day. I did not hide. I found myself rising. Again. I made coffee. I attempt to write. Again.
I don’t know what the future holds. I DO know Who holds my future. I wait. Patiently subdued.
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Keep getting up, beloveds. The unforeseen blows tend to hit the hardest. They hurt the most. It’s okay to say Ow and take a day, as needed. Then, get up. Rise. Move FORWARD. 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?! 