Author: Cassandra S.

More than.

We are more than, beloveds.

We are more than a job.

We are more than a wallet.

We are more than a womb.

We are more than a protector.

We are more than a builder.

We are more than a carpenter.

We are more than a healer.

We are more than a comforter.

We are more than our try.

We are more than our faith.

We are more than our gender.

We are more than our vote.

We are a person.

We are deserving of love.

We are immeasurably unique.

We are unquestionably worth knowing.

I just wanted to take the time to let someone know he/she/they are valuable. This society dismisses those deemed unworthy because they don’t have a million followers.

I say to hell with all that. All I have to give is me but you can have all my love. I have plenty as God fills me as I empty my all.

Someone needs to hear that they do NOT have to keep paying rent to The Universe to be loved. You are.

Be encouraged.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have felt like a worthless idiot since the tornado. Save Mags, my ask for help was for naught. I feel like an idiot. That said, I am proud of me from reaching out. Be encouraged. God HAS heard you. Even though it appears no one on earth has.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

All I got to give is me.

All I got to give is me.

God said all He needs is me.

I told God all I got ain’t enough for Him.

God said me is more than enough for Him.

All I got to give is me, I said to The Universe.

Good thing, The Universe replied, stating me is all that has ever been asked to be seen.

Life then showed up and asked for what I had.

All I got to give is me, I stated.

Your me is more than plenty, Life exclaimed.

I’m giving me, beloveds.

It’s all I have.

As it turns out, miraculously, I am just what is called for.

So are you.

enough,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Your nothing means something to someone.

I feel like nothing today.

I feel as though my efforts have accomplished nothing.

Nothing I have tried seems to have worked.

Nothing I say has moved a thing it appears to me.

It looks as though ALL my try has done nothing but waste the time of everyone.

Except to God.

All day, He has told me that my nothing means EVERYTHING. To Him. I’m not quite sure I believe Him.

Not today.

My bank account is empty.

My inbox is empty.

My tank is empty.

My phone is silent.

My lonely is awfully loud.

I feel like nothing today.

It’s a good thing our feels are not always accurate.

My try is enough.

I am enough.

I just feel like nothing I have is worth much to most today.

Be encouraged, beloveds.

Your try is enough.

You are enough.

What you perceive to be nothing means EVERYTHING. So do you.

Your nothing means something to someone.

To me.

To God.

You are priceless. You don’t have to do a thing to be loved. Just keep on being you. Be good to you. Keep loving you. The rest will come out in the wash.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You are more than what you do. You are more than what you have. There’s only one you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Repeat after me: I AM enough.

Repeat after me:

I am enough.

I AM.

Enough.

Nuff said. Now, get out there and live YOUR life, beloveds. You do NOT have to keep ‘paying rent’. You do NOT have to keep emptying your wallet in order to be loved and to be seen.

You are enough. Already. Just as you are.

Yes, we grow. Yes, we improve. Still and yet, we are enough. We are.

Stop wasting your life chasing behind folk who only see you for what you can give and do for them. This world is full of those who will love, desire and care for you just for YOU. As you are. Right now.

Be encouraged, beloveds. You are NOT an accident. God did NOT make a mistake. The Universe was not crazy in believing in you. Life has been incredibly tough on you just to get you to fighting FOR you.

Repeat after me:

I AM enough.

Life is short. Time for you to start doing those ridiculous things God and Life has been asking you to do. Yea, those truly dumb things that don’t appear to have a whole lot of cash waiting at the end of that rainbow. Go, still. You will be rewarded for beyond monetary blessings you seek.

I am flat broke. Busted. Disgusted. Happy. Joyful. Hopeful.

There is love out there for me. Until love shows up, I am showing up for others. To love them. To encourage them. To pray for them. To fight for them.

What do I look for in exchange? Nothing. Yes, it would and will be nice should said given love be given back to me. Yet, I love just because there are billions of hearts needing to be loved.

Help me, beloveds. Love someone. Starting with you. Move on to those around you. Folk are hurting with many afraid to raise their hands. They fear being ghosted. They have been ghosted. Being ignored, when one shows their heart, is terribly embarrassing and hurtful. I know. I have a billion of those tshirts in my closet.

Still, I love. Why? Love asks me to. I am asking you to do the same.

Be encouraged.

In case no one has told you today: I love you.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You ARE enough. Live. Stop surviving life. You got this. Now get on out there and do it. It doesn’t have to be perfect. You do NOT have to be perfect. All you need to do is try. That’s it. Allow your try to be enough. You are loved. Be encouraged this day.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I am not strong: Here for a reason.

I should not be here.

I should not BE.

Here.

Alive.

Today.

I am here.

Alive.

Today.

Therefore, I am here for a reason. Just because I don’t know the reason doesn’t mean I can’t fulfill my purpose. I have been asking God what my purpose is for 55 years. I ‘m certain I shall be asking on my last day.

I’m making my peace with feeling like a helpless/hapless little birdie. I don’t have to feel like an eagle EVERY day, do I?

I’m doing my best to make the best of these days. I wonder why God chose to leave me behind following the tornado.

Ah, God. Why was I left here? Why was I left, here, in THESE circumstances? Why was I left, here, all alone to make my way through endless days of wondering what in the fresh hell?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I am not strong. I am here. For a reason. Two things that are not congruous right now. Why the world would God leave a helpless/hapless birdie? Who the world can I help when I can’t help ME? How can I be of service when I have been left, gasping, from a tornado that has snatched my want to? What good am I serving now that my spirit is too broken to work just now? Asking for a friend(me).

Whilst I am figuring out me, I stopped by to remind you to hang in there. Hang in there, okay? Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Uprooted: Keep taking the NEXT step, Cassandra.

I’m afraid, beloveds.

Of taking the next step.

Why?

Because lately EVERY step I have taken has seemingly led to or has been followed by utter disaster.

I have been walking on eggshells.

I have been tiptoeing around landmines.

I have been ducking hand grenades tossed by a life that is just NOT fair, of a moment.

I want to be angry about all this. Anger is too damned exhausting. It’s all I can do to talk myself out of bed just to try. Trying seems so damned trying these awfully difficult, tough days. I feel like that book. You know the one about the boy who had the very bad day….lol.

I have been trying to rest. I still have not learned how. I have been working all my life. How can a worker bee stop long enough to rest?

I am moving forward. I am taking the next step and trusting all will and shall come out as it ought. I am doing my part and allowing The Universe to keep me in line….hahahahahaha.

Keep taking the NEXT step, beloveds. Don’t worry how many it will take. Don’t fret about not knowing where The Universe is taking you. Enjoy the journey.

enjoying the journey with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep going. Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

The Universe called me a liar.

There’s nothing like a natural disaster that can shake some sense into you.

Literally.

Fresh hell.

Before the tornado, I had been lying to myself. I was unhappy at work. Not happy WITH work. Just not happy because I have wanted to move on.

Except, I have been too afraid to move on. I have been afraid I wouldn’t find something else. I was afraid I would not be chosen because of my age, my race, my you can add whatever you want here.

A week ago, I was presented with a choice. No choice really. I could force myself back to work or I could choose my mental health and step away.

I chose my mental health. I stepped away. In stepping away, beloveds, I have set off a war within.

All because The Universe called me a liar. How rude!

I had convinced myself I could remain, at work, and continue to ‘fake it til I make it’. I told myself I could. I told myself I could continue to pretend I could be satisfied with what I was doing.

The Universe said:

Ha!

Liar!

Fraidy cat!

Defiant, I told The Universe to kick rocks. Then, I apologized and went about reclaiming the truth.

I’m tired. I’m ready to move forward. I’m ready to move in another direction. I just don’t know which direction to move towards.

I guess WHERE I move is not as important, beloveds, in THAT I move, eh?

I have moved. Now, I wait. I am giving myself a month just to rest and to breathe. A week in and I am ready to run away from home just to get away from this restless me. Ack!

I won’t pretend anxt has not visited me in the past few days. It has. I keep telling my anxt to take two seats and go away from me!

I am on my second cup of coffee. I think I may have a spot of tea. Who wants to join?

asking for A friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short. Best to stop wasting time lying to ourselves about what we are truly feeling and hoping for. I am thankful I FINALLY made the decision to move. I spent more time miserable, at work then working.

Be encouraged. Move. In any direction. Just move. Your heart will whisper to you where it has been hankering to go. The Universe will let you know if you are lying to It and yourself. Get going, beloveds. You have folk who are waiting to love you. You have friendships to experience. You have boundless joy to run into. You have sooooooooooooooooooo much ahead of you. Your life is NOT over. It’s not.

The hard shall have it’s end. In the meantime, keep looking up. Keep getting out of bed. Keep being good to yourself. Keep showing care to one another. Life is hard. For all of us right now. Yikes. In case no one has told you yet today: I love you. So does He. Jesus says ‘hi’.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Give yourself permission.

Give yourself permission.

Give yourself permission to fail.

Give yourself permission to try.

Give yourself permission to rest.

Give yourself permission to stay.

Give yourself permission to do absolutely nothing.

Give yourself permission to ‘be lazy’.

Give yourself permission to be loud.

Give yourself permission to be silent.

Give yourself permission.

You do NOT have to ALWAYS being doing what you THINK is expected of you. Put down the weight of your own expectations. Put down the weight of the expectations of others.

Give yourself permission to be whatever the world your heart feels the need to BE. Just BE. Folk are so worried about what others may think of them being they forget to just be.

Enough with that!

Kick rocks, expectations. Our expectations are from Him. And, ALL God asks for us to do is to try. That’s it. We do NOT have to be perfect. We do NOT have to walk this earth all dolled up and lovely.

There are times when we feel like running around in sweats and having a bad hair day. Give yourself permission, beloveds, to have a bad hair day! God loves you. Just as you are.

And, if folk in your life can’t love you when you are in scrubs, sweats, shorts, frumpy clothes they are just not the right ones for you.

Kick off those high heels. Put down your bajillion dollar hand bag and go grab a burger at a fast food restaurant or something!

Too hooey with having to have a billion dollar mansion before folk will love you.

And, for the beautiful men and women out there, STOP treating yourselves like trophies! You are NOT! it is NOT your fault God made you beautiful. You are much more, though, tha your outward beauty. STOP allowing folk to parade you around like Barbie and Ken dolls! Yall have much to contribute.

Men, STOP allowing yourselves to be the wallets of the world! Yall are amazing. Yall are deserving to be loved. Give yourself permission to tell a woman to get out of your Porsche if that’s ALL she sees you for! What’s more, you do NOT need to be in a damned Porsche to be valued. There will be plenty of women who will love you for the amazing man that you are. Get to know YOU, beloveds. You have much to share.

Women, good grief, put down the damned Tik Tok and get to know YOU, again. You do NOT have to compete with jillions of Tik Tok folk who are faking it! Stop wasting all your money on stupid organizers and all kinds of junk you are told you need to be happy. Give yourself permission to just be you.

Married folk, STOP listening to a world dumb enough to try and make it a shame for folk to be happily married. Love your husband. Love your wives. Love your kids. Even when everyone is acting like a moron. It’s what families do. We drive one another up ten walls and back.

Christian folk, STOP listening to a world gone crazy who are trying to talk you out of YOUR faith. Keep walking. Give yourself permission to love folk and tell them to kick rocks, without apologies.

Sports starts, STOP listening to dummies who have never picked up a ball or have worked as hard as you have. ENJOY your money. You have earned every dollar. Get your bag!!

Content creators, STOP chasing algorithms! Do YOU! Be YOU! What benefit does it do for you to make a bajillion dollars creating content only for click bait sake?

Young folk, STOP apologizing for being young. Yall are NOT lazy. Yall are NOT entitled. Yall are just smart enough to have recognized the trap us old folk fell into regarding working ourselves to the end of our lives. Give yourself permission to figure out YOU. Give yourself permission to listen to some of us oldies as we have much we can share and teach you. Give yourself permission to pursue excellence. Give yourself permission to learn the value and joy in hard work.

Old folk, STOP working yourselves to death! STOP chasing the ridiculous dream of piling up billions of dollars to make you happy. Look around you! You have ruined many a relationship chasing the dollar bill. Enough already. Put down the plow, pick up some flowers and romance somebody! Give yourself permission to dream. Then, get on up and do.

It’s high time, beloveds, we ALL get some act right and give ourselves permission to start living. Enough of this existing and barely scraping by life tired, exhausted and discouraged.

Okay, I think I have covered everyone. If not, someone else take up the mike and help us all get some act right….lol.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short. What in the fresh hell are you waiting for?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

BBQ cookout: Things are NOT what they seem.

Life keeps handing out baskets of nasty, er, 🍋.

I’m tired of it.

Tired of life being so darned lifery.

Craig suggested a BBQ cookout. I agree. Life is just toooooooooooo short to be cowering under the covers because life is being a big meanie.

Be encouraged. Let’s have a laugh and a cookout:

🍇🍉🥭🥩🥓🍔🥪🥘🍲🫕🥗🧂🍤🥧🍦🍡

Remember, you are not responsible for outcomes. You are not responsible for the actions and outcomes of others.

You are NOT to blame when life has turned things upside down and you have no idea which way is up.

I have declared a moratorium on being about being about it. This is a day to rest. Not wait. Just rest. The rest truly WILL come out in the wash.

In the meantime, we eat!

resting I think,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged. Yes, we sick and tired of hard. But, ALL things shall, will and do work together for our good. Don’t get mad at me for saying that. God said it. I believe it. That settles it.

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

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I am not strong: Your five loaves and two fish.

I have been taking inventory.

Things sure seems awful(ly) empty.

Not many pennies in the bank.

Not much energy in the tank.

I find myself empty.

I have been emptied.

By life’s events.

All I have I have given. I tell myself it is enough.

IT is.

It’s MY loaves and fish. Given to God. To break up and make up for all the short falls. For Him to turn into miracles for myself and others. For HIM to multiply. For HIM to do with. As He please.

I have done the work.

I have done MY work.

All we are required to do, beloveds, is try. Do what we can. Where we are. With what we have.

The outcome(s) is not up to us.

Give what you have. Do what you can. Then, move forward. Onto new adventures. As for the outcome. No matter. Whatever. Let it do what it do. We got thangs to do.

I am learning to live in the moment. I love folk and keep it moving. If love is returned, fantastic. If not, God loves me. Plus, I am NOT alone.

Jobless I am. Hopeless I am NOT!

I am:

Moving forward.

Looking up.

Reaching out.

Speaking of reaching out:

How is your heart?

Are you resting?

Are you okay?

What do YOU need?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged, beloveds. You do NOT have to be strong. Neither do I. I hear a cup of coffee calling. Craig, I have some tea for you. Who wants to join? Also, I am still waiting for some Texas BBQ….lol.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!