👘 I COULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS HARD RIGHT-HANDED

👘 I COULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS HARD RIGHT-HANDED

Beloveds,

It started with a kimono.

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Yep.

A kimono.

Because apparently God will use whatever is lying around when He wants me to notice something. 🤣

I was getting dressed, working with this body of mine, doing what has become normal:

figuring it out.

Not necessarily doing something the way I used to do it.

Not necessarily doing it the way somebody else would.

Just figuring out how this body can get it done.

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And somewhere in all that maneuvering, adjusting, pulling, reaching, twisting, and making the clothes cooperate, a thought hit me:

I couldn’t have done this hard right-handed.

Ironically.

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Because my dominant hand used to be the hand I depended on.

The hand that knew what to do without being told.

The hand I probably barely thought about.

Then life changed.

My body changed.

And suddenly the side that wasn’t supposed to be the star had to learn some lines.

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And apparently she has been studying.

🤣

Because there I was—

getting myself together,

putting on my clothes,

working out this kimono,

and realizing that some of the things I have learned to do now might actually be harder if I tried to do them the old way.

WHEW.

👘🤯

Then came the headset.

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Y’all.

I realized I had been putting my headset on backwards.

🤣🤣🤣

So what was supposed to be coming through one side was coming through the other.

I had been listening to the world backward.

And somehow…

I WAS STILL LISTENING.

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Now hold on.

Because THAT got me.

My headset was backwards.

My sound was coming to me differently.

And I suddenly thought about this body that sometimes does the opposite of what I expect it to do.

The signals don’t always travel the way they once did.

The side I once depended on isn’t necessarily the side doing the work now.

Sometimes I have to approach something backward.

Sideways.

Opposite.

With the other hand.

From another angle.

With another method.

And yet—

I am still here doing it.

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Maybe different isn’t always less.

Maybe sometimes different is simply:

the way through.

Maybe I have spent so much time noticing what my body cannot do the old way that I almost missed what it has quietly been learning to do another way.

👘🎧🧠❤️‍🔥

That kimono wasn’t just clothing this morning.

That backwards headset wasn’t just a funny mistake.

They made me notice something.

I have been adapting.

Learning.

Problem-solving.

Listening.

Living.

And sometimes doing things in ways I never would have discovered if life hadn’t forced me to learn another side of myself.

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I couldn’t have done this hard right-handed.

Read that again.

The hand I once would’ve automatically chosen might actually have made today’s task harder.

The hand I didn’t choose had something to teach me.

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And maybe that’s bigger than hands.

Sometimes the route we would have chosen isn’t the route that teaches us what we’re capable of.

Sometimes what feels backward is still moving us forward.

Sometimes the other side has been learning while we were grieving the side we lost.

And sometimes you look down at yourself wearing your kimono, realize your headset has been backwards, think about the absolute ridiculousness and wonder of this whole journey and have only one thing left to say:

WON’T HE DO IT!!

🙌🏿🙌🏿🙌🏿😭❤️‍🔥

Beloveds,

however you have to get there today—

left-handed,

right-handed,

backward,

sideways,

slowly,

awkwardly,

with three attempts and a prayer—

GET THERE YOUR WAY.

Different does not automatically mean deficient.

Sometimes different is evidence that you are still learning how to live.

And there is life in that.

🌎❤️‍🔥

Asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

One step. One step. One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!