Are you alive, or are you living? There IS a difference.

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Are you alive, or are you living? There IS a difference.

Every since the tornado, beloveds, I have been grappling with that question.

Truth be told, I had been wrestling with THAT questions long before the tornado tore up my comfortable, familiar,  stifling existence.

Everything I had longed to do for decades was wrapped up in decades of being convinced of all I could/would never be.

I longed to launch out. My try wanted to try. I chose to listen to reality. Reality said I was a broke, black woman. Three strikes before I even picked up the bat.

I left the bat in the corner. I took up pom poms and rooted for everyone else. It was safer being the cheerleader. In fact, being the cheerleader brought satisfaction and admiration.

Still, something deep inside wanted to try. For me. For ME. THAT part of me did not care about striking out. She wanted to try.

I was too afraid to let her out. The tornado changed all of that. It awakened her. It awakened me.

Now, I long to LIVE. Simply existing is no longer satisfactory. Staying safe is no longer my number one pursuit.

I want to try. I want to live. Even if that means never winning. Trying has replaced winning for me. Trying IS winning, now.

God/Life/The Universe has foolishly been telling me, for decades, that MY love IS enough to change this world. Call me foolish. I believe Them. Finally.🥰🤡😎

Live, beloveds. Life is short. Try. Just try. Yes, you are most definitely going to fall on your face. More times than you will be able to count. So what?! We’ve got thangs to do. Let’s go!!

doing thangs,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have started again, beloveds. For at least the tenth time in two days. I can’t quit you. I can’t give up on me. I keep asking God “what/who am I?!” To which, He continues to declare “Everything!”

YOU are everything, beloveds. You ARE. I shall spend the rest of my days saying these words until folk start believing them. Ah, beloveds, help me. I can’t reach everyone. Help me. Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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