The outcome of the game does NOT define you. The score doesn’t make you a winner.

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The outcome of the game does NOT define you. The score doesn’t make you a winner.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Too often, beloveds, we use the score to determine if we are winning, in life, or not. The score, more often than not, has very precious little with whether we are winning or not.

It depends on your meaning of ‘winning’. What does winning look like to you?

Right now, I am winning. Not in the bank account. Not in the work area. Not in the grieving area.

So, where the world, you may ask, am I winning?

I woke up this morning.

I woke up the morning before that.

I woke up the morning before that.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Right now, beloveds, ALL my energy is going towards simply getting up, making a cup of coffee, making lemonade, lemon meringue, lemon tarts, lemon pudding, and a million different concoctions from all of these blasted lemons that life continues to hand me. Holy Smokes!

I am finding my way. Just a smidge. My good habits truly have been keeping me in good stead. My good habits would NOT allow me to hide beneath a pile of comforters and solitude.

My good habits made me:

Put on the coffee.

Pick up my blue screwdriver.

Hold a terribly offkey concert to any and all unfortunates within earshot.

Yes, my heart wobbles. Yea, I have no idea if grief will stroll behind me and give me a hug.

Still, I rejoice. Still, I sing. Badly. Lustily. Full, of life. Why? Good habits? Cuz Life says so?

Cuz, I say so.

What of you?

Enjoy your life. Stop taking score. Do your best. You are going to come out on top. You are going to finish last. So what? Which outcome means more? Be satisfied you entered the arena and played.

Let’s continue to be about being about it.

I’m getting enough pieces done to get through the rest of the month. I have to go back to work next week. If I can. I’m going to give it my best effort(s). I am hoping the panic attacks won’t return. Goodness and gravy panic attacks are NO fun.

I am being better to myself. I am cutting myself more slack. In the past, I would have blamed myself for even having panic attacks. I would have lectured myself. I would have told myself to get a grip. I would have admonished myself.

Now, I tell myself it’s okay. I tell myself I WILL be okay. Some kind of way. In the meantime, I am STILL a worthwhile person panicked, tired, grief-stricken and all. This, too, shall pass. I am doing my utmost to stay me in the midst of all this what in the fresh hell.

Be encouraged. Enjoy your day. Me and my blue screwdriver have been lighting up the living room with wails, er, song, for the past little while. I sure do feel sorry for the neighbors…smh.

In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He. Have an amazing rest of today.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

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  1. I am glad to hear you are up and about, perhaps you find purpose in your grief. I know for myself it has given me a deeper understanding of other people’s grief. The old adage of walking in another person’s shoes. I am thinking of you and sending you love!

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