“Get up and do it again”.
That’s what my dad used to say to me, when I fell. I can still hear his laughter.
That laughter made me mad. Furious. Angrily, I WOULD get up and try again.
I had been learning how to ride a bike, sans training wheel. I couldn’t keep the stupid bike upright!😡😭😫
Over and over and over. I wanted to quit. Dad wouldn’t let me. He knew what I had not known:
I could.
I would.
I did!
Eventually.
Be encouraged, beloveds, as you continually fall and make boo boos as you chase down your dreams.
I won’t laugh. I will say this:
Get up and do it again!
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: To she who stood in my dad’s place today, I thank you! I got up. I am doing it again.🤗🤔🤨🎯🙏❤😎
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?! 