Author: Cassandra S.

Move: It’s time.

It’s time.

To move.

Time to move on.

Time to move forward.

Time to forgive past mistakes.

Time to make new ones.

It’s time.

Time to move past fears.

Times to break NEW ground.

It’s time.

To move heaven and earth to make your dreams come true.

Short of that, beloveds, it’s time.

To do you.

To be you.

To BE.

What are you still doing here?

It’s time.

moving forward,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It’s time, beloveds. For us to move. We have been uprooted for a reason. This time has not come to break us. It has come to break us free. Let’s go! We got thangs to do. Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Move: In any direction.

It’s time to move, beloveds.

In any direction.

Time to stop taking stock.

Time to move.

In ANY direction.

If the step is a wrong one, Life shall redirect you.

If the step is the right one, The Universe shall cheer you forward.

If the step be an awkward one, God shall laugh with you and move forward WITH you.

Move, beloveds.

In any direction.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is waiting for you, beloveds. You do NOT have to wait for disaster to strike before you take a leap of faith. I have taken many. Just not in the one truly needed to change my financial future. I have been allowing ‘just enough’ to keep me from seeking the amazing.

This stupid tornado forced me to make the decision to continue to burn myself out, whilst earning nowhere near enough. Or, to choose me and bet on my try and God’s Ability to help me make an amazing successful future for ME. Whilst encouraging others.

Months before the tornado happened, God began asking me some tough questions. I started writing many pieces, on these tough questions. They are still waiting for me to finish. I have been stalking them, slowly. Sneakingly. Worryingly. Pensively. Wonderingly.

Why? Because many of the answers, I fear, are answers I am going to fear hearing. After hearing, you see, action may be needed. I won’t have excuses, once questions have been answered. Now I can say “I didn’t know”.

I am ready to start answering His Questions. You shall be witness to my foolishness. Or growth. Or tantrums. Or all of the above.

In the meantime, move. In any direction. Take fear with you if you must. Just go. Life is waiting for you. The Universe is waiting to help you. There are oodles of folk out there who have been waiting all their lives to meet and love you. Get going now. What you still doing here? Since you are, let’s have a cup of coffee.

In case no one has told you: I love you. So does He.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Don’t let THEIR change you.

Don’t let THEIR opinions change you.

Don’t let THEIR apathy change you.

Don’t let THEIR fear change you.

Don’t let THEIR lack of faith change you.

Don’t let THEIR anger change you.

Don’t let THEIR divisiveness change you.

Don’t let THEIR hopelessness change you.

Don’t let THEIR anxiety change you.

There will ALWAYS be folks, beloveds, who will try to project THEIR stuff onto you. No matter what their THEIR is, it’s THEIR PROBLEM, not yours.

I have learned, am learning still, how I have allowed so many other folks’ theirs, to keep me from believing in MY whys. Never again.

I know. I know. Writing wise, I have made many a writing faux paus. On purpose. Why? Because I am writing as I write. Weirdly. Annoyingly, perhaps. Yet, as me. To emphasize the need for folk to be themselves. Without apologies. Especially from themselves.

I still fight with cringeness about the way I have been made to write. I see the beautiful prose all over WordPress and almost want to hide my page. My page is boring. My page is full of foolishness. My page is me…*shrug*.

Before I go off on a tangent having nothing to do with the subject…

Be encouraged.

Be you.

Unapologetically.

Don’t fret about your haters. Haters are going to hate. It’s what they do. They are angry at your try. Because you are trying. They wish they had your courage. They wish they had your love. They wish they had your integrity. They wish they had your truth.

They don’t. So all they can do is to try and extinguish your fire/light with THEIR theirs. Ha! I don’t think so.

Let’s go, beloveds. You take yours. I shall take mine. We SHALL accomplish wonders. We shall touch many lives. Maybe not in the way we thought. Yet, we shall. I think that enough. Don’t you?

asking for Your Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: We have been under a heat advisory for days. I am melting. My resolve wants to melt. Ha! I got thangs to do. As do you. Don’t let the heat keep you from believing that all WILL be alright. It will. Sooner or later. The trick is surviving until. Geeeeeeeeeez, God. Can You hurry a bit more? Asking for many friends…

In case no one has told you yet today: I love you. Jesus says hi. The Universe says what the world you waiting for? Get in the game….

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

What are you counting?

What are you counting?

Days?

Minutes?

Money?

Possessions?

Memories?

Moments?

Monuments?

Trophies?

Slights?

Friends?

Enemies?

What are you counting on?

What are you counting down?

The bible says where a man’s treasure is THERE his heart will be also. In plain language:

What do you value most?

What do you cherish most?

What are you chasing most?

Life is short.

If your answers are pointing towards things that are not or will not edify you or others, you may wish to recalculate and recalibrate. Life is short.

What are you counting?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I’m doing my best to count those things that will serve as many as I can in the time I have left. I’m doing my best to count those things which will help me to rest and to grow. How ’bout you?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Awakening.

Something is awakening.

From deep inside.

Dare I wake her?

Is it safer to leave her sleeping?

She stirs.

I am moved.

Shall I move?

She stirs.

I grow still.

She looks at me.

I stare at her.

Something is awakening.

From deep inside.

She knocks.

I answer.

Here goes nothing.

To be continued?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I feel at the precipice. Of what, I know not. I am ready. I think. Ah, God. Catch me…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

How can I?

How can I?

Be 55 and feel as though I am 20?

How can I?

Be on the edge of disaster and feel on the precipice of a miracle?

How can I?

See impending doom and experience profound serenity?

How can I?

Sense the end of everything but the beginning of all?

How can I?

Have forgotten all I have learned and remembered the slightest details?

How can I?

How can I not?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Ah, God. How can I have lost sight of Your Love for me because of a tornado and loss of a job? I am humbled. How can I? Asking for me. Finally. At last…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Ask yourself.

Ask yourself:

Why NOT me?

Why NOT now?

Why NOT this?

Why NOT this way?

Now, beloveds, get out there and DO.

YOUR way.

With YOUR try.

How YOU say.

You CAN.

You WILL.

rooting for you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You can do this, beloveds. You can. I know. The way has been hard. That’s okay. You will make it. How do I know? Because you have been promised. Be encouraged. Go on, now. Life is short.

Take your fears with you, if you must. Go, though, you must. Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

This is going to be an AMAZING Monday!

Repeat after me:

This is going to be an AMAZING Monday!

Now, get on out there and make this an AMAZING Monday!

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Today will be what YOU make it. YOU choose. Configure an outstandingly, amazingly, spectactulously AMAZING Monday!

Do NOT take, last week’s worries, into today. Do NOT take, last year’s fears, into today. Be sure to take plenty of hope with you. Add a smidge of irony and get after it. Remember, you got thangs to do. Speaking of doing, I hear a cup of coffee calling. Who is up for a cup?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Love yourself.

Love yourself.

Not just what you do.

Love yourself.

Not just what you have.

Love yourself.

Not just for what you can produce.

Love yourself.

Not just for how you look.

Love yourself.

Not just because where you live.

Love yourself.

Not just because you are part of a set.

Love yourself.

Even if you have.

Even if you have not.

Just because.

You are:

Amazing.

Awesome.

Incredible.

Love yourself.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have been having to remind myself of this, beloveds, ever since the tornado.

Before, I KNEW I was amazing. Why? Because I was good at my job. Because I was a fantastic friend. Because I was a supportive sister. Because I could pay my own way. Because I had plenty of energy to motivate the world.

Now? Tired. Broke. Empty. Having nothing but ME to offer. Ah, Aha!

Am I enough?

Really?

Truly?

Yes.

It just does not FEEL like yes. At the moment. Ever again? I sure hope so. In the meantime, I keep on doing my best. With what I have. Even the not muchness of my broke, not having much self.

Love yourself. ALL of you. Even the little you think you have left to give. It IS enough. As are you. So am I. He says so, anyway….

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Forgive yourself, God said to me.

God: Forgive yourself.

Me: I find it hard.

God: Why?

Me: I feel as if I gave EVERYTHING away. Now, there is nothing left. When I need it.

God: Do you regret giving EVERYTHING?

Me: Of course not.

God: Why do you judge you so harshly then?

Me: Because, my coffers are empty when I am in deep need.

God: Have I not taken your coffers into account?

Me: I think so.

God: Ah. You THINK so. Do you think or do you BELIEVE?

Me: I choose to believe.

God: Believe then. Forgive yourself for that which requires no forgiveness. Not by Me, anyway.

Me: K.

I did NOT want to keep my writing promise. Not today. I wanted to wallow, just a smidge, in a tad bit of self-pity. Don’t I have the RIGHT to be pitiful, I want to rage at The Universe?!!

A flipping tornado, TWO IN FACT, showed up, OUT OF NOWHERE AND TORE A HOLE IN MY LIFE WITHOUT A DAMNED HEADS UP AND HAVE COSTED ME MY JOB, MY PEACE OF MIND, MY SLEEP, MY SUPPOSED FRIENDS AND ASSURITY THAT MY BLASTED PRAYERS WERE DOING SOMETHING ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whew.

Now that I have had a mini rant….whew.

I have been chastising myself for days. Days!

I am fussing, with myself, for allowing my age to keep me from doing things YEARS ago. Dammit and fresh hell.

I am fussing. With God. For? Not being more forceful. Demanding I do things. Whether I was afraid or not. Okay, He has forever encouraged me. I was forever using Him as an excuse. I was ‘waiting’. On some kind of sign. Or boom. Or flame. Or some kind of SOMETHING…

To let me know which way to go.

I am fussing. With The Universe. For? For not being more forceful. In nudging me. Over the cliff of ‘just do it already’. Okay, The Universe has forever encouraged me. I was forever using The Universe as an excuse. I was ‘waiting’. On some kind of cosmic letter. Delivered to…

Show me which way to go.

I am fussing. With Life. For? For not being more forceful. In pushing me. Up. Over the mountain of ‘your dreams can be found here’. Okay, Life has forever encouraged me to just try. Something. Anything. My way.

Soooooooooooooo, I find myself in need of forgiveness. To me. For?

Being afraid? Nothing wrong with being afraid at times.

Being TOO afraid to try? We have all been there; Too afraid to move forward. Too afraid to move back. Too afraid to move. Ack.

Ah, God. Okay. I choose to forgive. Me. You. Me. You, again. Me. Me. The Universe. Life. Me. You. Everybody. Geeeeeeez, God, this forgiveness business can be exhausting.

forgiving myself,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short, beloveds. Much too short to keep pounding yourself over things you were too afraid to do and try. You did the best you could, with what you had.

Be encouraged. Pick up the pieces. Make new pieces. Dust off old pieces. Begin again. And, again. And, again. As many times as required. As long as you have breath, you still have time.

You got this. As do and. What’s more, God has us all. You CAN. You WILL. Believing in you for A Friend…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!