I am angry, beloveds.
With resignation. Almost, with me. I say almost because I ALMOST allowed resignation to have my dreams.
Disappointment was loud. Hope was being awfully timid. Patience stood by waiting on MY response.
God/Life/The Universe refused to get involved. This was MY fight. These were MY dreams. These dreams were mine to attend to, to fight for, to nurture, to champion, to relentlessly pursue.
Last night, I truly did seriously consider tossing my dreams aside. I told myself I would start looking for regular work on Monday. On Monday, beloveds, I was going to start living a life of quiet desperation.
To hell with that!!!😡🎯
I just stopped by to shake somebody. Dammit, we have quit on our dreams enough, already!
Enough!
Don’t you DARE give yourself permission to dismiss you and your dreams. They matter. You matter.
Flame out. Then, get back in the fight. I mean it. We have too blasted many thangs to do, beloveds. Our dreams may be wrapped up in each other’s dreams!
What if your dreams mixed up in mine? Your dreams are much too important for me to give up.
My words may hold your key. Your key may open my door. Ah, beloveds, keep going. Even when it’s especially hard right now.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: We CAN. We WILL. We have to. If you can’t have your dream today, go help someone else reach theirs.
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?! 