Author: Cassandra S.

You’re always enough.

You’re always enough.

Your all is enough.

ALL of you.

The parts you love the least.

The parts you like the least.

Look up beloveds.

You don’t have to be ashamed of your life.

Be encouraged.

You are exactly where you are supposed to be at this time of your life.

Every step has brought you to where you are now.

Every step.

Every mistake.

Every mishap.

Your journey has not been a mistake.

Your journey is just that:

YOUR journey.

You will see different sites. You will meet different people. You will have different experiences.

You’re always enough.

Always.

There will be days when you have not shown the best side of you. That’s okay.

There will be days when your best chest does not seem to be enough. That’s okay.

Keep doing you. Keep being you. All of you. Stop hiding the parts that you like the least. The world needs these the most!

spitting facts,

Cassandra

Note: Uh, oh, beloveds! I feel some playful slang bubbling up. For the newbies, apologies in advance. For the old-bies, it’s just Ms. C doing her weird again.😝🥰🤣

Be encouraged. I know life hurts when it feels like your all just isn’t enough for The Universe to open it’s doors for YOU. You are tired of holding the 🚪 door for others. I hear you. I AM you. Our turn IS at hand.

In the meantime, keep 📣 cheering on others and holding the door for them. I love you. So does He.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

55: Show ALL of your ♥ heart.

God: Show Me your heart.

Me: ♥️

God: Show Me ALL of your heart.

Me: ❤️‍🩹

God: Those are the parts I love and long for the most.

Me: 🥰

The Universe🌌: Show Me your heart.

Me: ❤️‍🩹

The Universe🌌: Show Me ALL of your heart.

Me: ⚒️💪⚠️

The Universe🌌: Those are the parts I love and long for the most.

Me: 😚

Life: Show Me your heart.

Me: ❤️‍🔥

Life: Show Me ALL of your heart.

Me: ☕️🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️😭😫💯💵🤑📺📦🛎🎶🎊🥇🏆😱😡🤯

Life: Those are the parts I love and long for the most.

Me: 🤗

Cassandra

Note: Since turning 55, beloveds, my heart has been all over the place. I have felt:

Old.

Young.

Useful.

Useless.

Used up.

I have wanted to:

Run away.

Fight.

Quit.

Strive.

Believe.

Doubt.

Laugh.

Cry.

Hope.

Try.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Living sure can be exhausting can’t it? Sure would be easier if we could farm some of this work out, eh?

Alas, Life demands we do our own homework. Otherwise, we never learn and can never know the satisfaction of OUR try.

So many folk are desperately trying to live someone else’s life because they feel their own life is not enough.

Your life IS enough, beloveds. It is. You ARE.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Take the first step.

Take the first step. https://www.instagram.com/reel/C4XSNYFuHWw/?igsh=anIxcXJiYjQ3NDJq

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Making this encouragement snippet for Instagram soooooooo inspired me. For whatever reason, they don’t always open in here. I have to figure out embedding or some such.

Be encouraged. Hang out with me. Pray my GoFundMe Page blows up. Help it blow up.🤣🎯🎤

Life is work. So get to work.

Life has been really interesting lately.

The more I work towards my dreams, the more my dreams become work.

Life is lifery like that, beloveds.

📰 News Flash: ⚠

Life IS work.

Hard work.

Tedious, at times, ⚒ work.

Life-affirming work.

Work, nonetheless.

So get to work, beloveds!

Here lately, I have been working, no pun intended, on getting to know the cultures and concepts of folk who don’t look like me.

To my amazement, I have found a common denominator of folk ALL over the 🗺world:

No one wants to work anymore!

😳

YouTube has been filled with nothing but folk quitting this, ending that, disillusioned about everything because life appears to be…work.

Folk with hundreds of thousands of subscribers, likes and comments, now comment about not liking themselves or the ‘work’.

Van lifers are now 📦 packing up, moving home and tired of having to make ‘too many choices’ about what pretty scenery to go to next. Or, they are tired of lying to folk about how ‘easy’ life is when you don’t have to worry about rent.

Yea, this means you now have to worry about where to park, where to shower, where to get water, where to dump your, um, dumpings.

All the stuff us regular working folk do, on the daily.

It’s not just happening to the young folk. Older folk, tired of the work, checked out and decided to play for as long as they could.

The 🛎 bell tolls, for us all, beloveds. The Universe demands it’s work. Life demands it’s work. God tells us to get to work. God rested on Day 7. Meaning, He worked the other 6!😂🤑

Time is money 💵, beloveds. If you want the 💵, best get to putting in the time.

Invest in your legacy. Spend time on your dreams. Get to work. As if your very life depends upon it.

getting to work,

Cassandra

Note: Get going.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Heart ♥ check Sunday.

You know what time it is.

Heart check time!

*Cassandra scrounge around in her love bag and pulls out her stethoscope. Lemme ♥ hear.*

🤔

🥰

Hmm. Doesn’t seem like your heart has enough love crammed in there today. Here:

❤️‍🩹⚒️💪📣🤗🤗📦👑♥️

How was that, beloveds? Good.

You have extra?

Good. Give some 😍 love away today. Starting with you.

Cassandra

Note: Okay, um, you supposed to be giving some love away. Scoot.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Have an amazing Monday.

Have an amazing Monday.

You heard me.

Not a stressful one.

Not a fear-filled one.

Have an amazing Monday.

Have a beautiful Monday.

Have a faith-filled Monday.

Have a wonderful Monday.

Have an awesome Monday.

You can have any kind of Monday you want.

Make it a blessed day.

The Bible says this is the day the Lord has made. Rejoice and be glad in it.

I choose to rejoice in my Monday.

How about you, beloveds?

enjoying my Monday,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToM,us™d.

I hated to think of Monday coming. Now, I am embrace every bit of my Monday. Enjoy your Monday, beloveds. You have no idea what’s in store for you today.

Whatever your Monday brings, beloveds, enjoy it. This day will never return in this fashion again. Tomorrow, if you are blessed with a tomorrow, will be what it will be.

Enjoy your Monday. I hear a cup of coffee calling me. Want to join me?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Why do You keep me breathless?

God.

Why do You keep me breathless?

Life.

Why do You keep me breathless?

Universe.

Why do You keep me breathless?

Why do You keep me:

On the edge of my seat.

Suspended in animation.

At the precipice.

Of?

I know not.

Which makes me…

Breathless.

Ah, crap.

*Cassandra looks into the unknown and waits…breathless.*

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: My dreams won’t let me sleep. So, beloveds, I awaken you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Don’t be discouraged.

A silent phone.

An empty stomach.

A promise not kept.

A hand not held.

Love not returned.

Don’t be discouraged.

God heard you.

Life listened.

The Universe is on the way.

To you.

For you.

With you.

Don’t be discouraged.

None are disappointed in you.

You CAN.

You WILL!

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged. Your time is coming. In the meantime, love someone. Starting with you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Pockets of joy.

A hand.

Held.

Snippets of conversation.

Had.

Pockets of joy.

Consumed.

Ah.

Aha!

I find myself:

Satisfied.

I find myself.

Ah.

Aha!

Pockets of joy.

satisfied,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I had drifted off to the melodic tones of a traveler who had been describing his day. Somewhere, he said three words that snatched me from my slumber…

Pockets of joy.

????

!!!!

🎯🔥🛑🤯🥰🙏🎤

My soul, one long longing for pockets of joy:

Ran.

Sang.

Lept.

Straight into the arms of God.

Ah. Aha! My always Pockets Of Joy. Ah, God. I love me some You.🥰. Ah, Life. I love me some You. Ah, Universe. I love fighting with and for You. Ah, beloveds. I love thinking of, praying for, trying with you. I find you to be…

Pockets of joy.

Be encouraged.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

How’s your weird?

How’s your weird?

My weird wants to know:

Why I am up so early wondering about your weird?

What is your weird doing?

Why do I care about your weird?

How weird is that?

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: 🥰🤣. You are on my minds, beloveds. Just thinking of you and hoping you are okay. Please give your heart some slack this weekend. You have been much too hard on it! Your heart is doing all it knows. The problem is we don’t have the first clue why our hearts do the random foolishness it does on the unfortunate semi regular. 🤷‍♀️

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!