The old me.
Would have quit long time ‘go.
The old me.
Woulda told myself success not meant for my old/broke/black/woman self.
The old me.
Would have looked at the mountain, looked at my inadequacy, and high tailed it outta there. Secretly, so no one, but God, would see.
The old me.
Would have found a “good” reason to not bet on me.
The old me.
Would have continued to hide from life.
The old me.
Would have quit long time ‘go.
The new me, the standing on BUSINESS me, the standing on FAITH me, the me that KNOWS she is loved by God, gently tells the old me to shut up, take two seats, get out her feels, keep on moving FORWARD, keep on looking UP, keep on trusting God, seize these moments, take joy/laughter/love, and rinse and repeat and I keep on being about being about it.
Don’t allow the old you, to keep the new you from a wonderful present AND future.
We got this. Let’s go!!
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: If you KNEW how hard today was, beloveds, you would understand that you really CAN do more than you give yourself credit for!
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.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
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