Make it work for your good.

I couldn’t sleep.

I tried everything.

My dreams just did NOT want me to go to bed. They wanted to continue to play in broad daylight!

My dreams were basking in the sunlight upon their face. I enjoyed dancing within their embrace.

When I was working, beloveds, I always lamented about not being able to work when I wanted.

My creativity is most alive in the midnight hours. I love writing in the dead of night. To me, it feels like I am the only one up in the entire world. Me and God yakking. God and me carrying on about any and everything.

I especially love writing, listening to music, praying for folk, daydreaming between the hours of two and four. Ask me why, I still don’t know.

I tend to wind down around 6 or 7 am. Then, ALL I wanted to do was to go to sleep.

The only problem with that was I had to get up and work my PAYING job.😳😴

It was exhausting. It felt like I was up 24/7. Unsustainable.

Before I lost my job, beloveds, I grew more and more restless. What I wanted to do did NOT pay the bills.

What paid the bills was no longer satisfying. Yikes! Egads! Fresh hell.

I prayed and prayed and prayed for a way out.

Silence.

The tornado came.

Loudly.

I find myself rebuilding my financial bricks. With no straw. 😳🙏😫🌊

I am doing my utmost to use what I have. What I have doesn’t seem to be ⚒ working. Not for me, at least.

I’m trying.

The tornado has given me the time to write when I want. So, now I get up at odd hours. I work at weird times. I do breakfast things at the dinner hour. Fantastic!

I hate the tornado happened. The happening, just so happened to have delivered me the opportunity to work when I want. What I have ALWAYS wanted but was too fearful to try.

I chose stability over uncertainty. What good did that do me? I’m smack dab in the middle of the uncertainty I had run from my whole life.😳

Now, I am using what I have.

Use what you have. Do what you can with what you know.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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