I got back to being ME.

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I was thinking, recently, about the time, many moons ago, when ALL I had to live on was one HUGE can of instant Folger’s coffee.

I had no money. I had just enough gas to get back to work and back. I had just enough money to pay the rent, keep the lights on and pay the water bill. That’s it. There had been nothing left over for non-essential items like food. Ha! Who needed food?

Still, that time was some of the most precious/joyous/memorable times of my life. It was back in the early 90’s when God began to bug me about REALLY writing. He told me to call myself “The Storyteller” I argued with Him. I may have written a piece about that. I have written a story about it. I am going to have to dig out my stories and share them. Ah, those days.

Anywho, I had gotten to the portion of my life where I had no funds. I had a job. A job that didn’t pay much. I was the Breakfast Coordinator at a Residence Inn. I loved that job!

I was in charge of getting breakfast ready. I came in, super early. There was a small kitchen. I had free reign at the breakfast/lunch menu. I cooked. I kept the coffee going. I kept the four table clear. I yakked with the guests.

I daydreamed about what it would be like to be able to travel all over, to be able to live MY dreams as I fed folks as they went about their ‘important’ lives.

MY life, however, just didn’t feel important. All I did, or so I told myself, was serve others as THEY got to live ‘important’ lives.

At the end of the day, I would wipe down the tables, for the last time, then make my way home to a small place with nothing in it but one HUGE can of Folgers coffee.

I wasn’t sad about it. I wasn’t mad about it. I didn’t fuss at God about it. All I di d was make my coffee, write and hang out with God. I didn’t lament about not having ‘enough’.

For me, beloveds, that cup of coffee, that quiet time of writing and yakking with God. That time of going to work early, serving folk, was a joyous time. It also helped as I was able to eat at work. So, I at least had breakfast and lunch. I was on my own for supper and my days off.

Do you want to know something, beloveds? I did NOT feel poor. I did NOT feel lacking. Not at all. I just understood that the pennies didn’t stretch far enough.

Eventually, I made a bit more money. I moved on to a higher paying job. A more stressful job. I didn’t have as much time for quiet, for writing, for coffee. I began to miss that foodless time….lol.

Life is all about perspective. I am learning that every day. I am glad to be reminded of that time. Thinking about THAT time, got me to wondering where on earth THAT me was? The ME that enjoyed a cup of coffee with not much, but with more than enough?

Here I was, safe, free, half healthy, able to enjoy coffee whenever I wanted and had been a heaping ball of fear of the future.

It feels good to getting back to being ME. I am enjoying my coffee NOW. I am being thankful for what I currently have now. Yes, I am praying for finances. Yes, I am asking for next steps when it comes to my career and future.

In the meantime, I am enjoying simply being. Simple as that. Ah, God. Life is worth living. Even the hard days. Especially those. Hard helps brings us back to us!

Be encouraged, beloveds. Take stock. Put things into perspective. Lack does NOT mean you are lacking. Some things we lack we truly do not need. Yet, or maybe never.

Take care of yourself.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is something, eh? It’s all in how we look at it.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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