Author: Cassandra S.

Repeat after me, The Universe said.

Repeat after me, The Universe said:

Life does NOT, owe you, anything.

God does NOT, owe you, anything.

The Universe, does NOT, owe you, anything.

Your family, does NOT, owe you, anything.

Life, can be, hard.

God, can be, heard.

The Universe, can be, whatever the heck It wishes to be.

Your family, may or may not, do the best it/they can, by you.

Your friends, may or may not, love and support you.

Your health, will cooperate WITH you.

This life is NOT about 24/7 stimulation and entertainment.

This life is meant to be LIVED, not survived and shouted down by noise/distractions.

You get ONE, go around. Period.

Your life is a joyful as you CHOOSE.

Hard things happen. So what? What are you going to DO, about/with your life?

What are you looking at ME, for?!

Your choices are YOUR choices. Don’t get mad at Me, for not slapping foolish out of your hands.

You are alone because you chose not to reach out and pursue friendship and loves. Folk hurt you. So what? There are billions of folk. Why, punish the rest of the world, for a few folk who had no idea how to love themselves, let alone you?

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Love always,

The Universe

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Note: Too often, we blame The Universe, and whomever is close at hand, for why we are where we are. Or, why we are not where we thought we were supposed to be. The good news is we can start over. Again. Again. Again. As many times is as needed. Then, rinse and repeat.

I have learned to rejoice in ALL things. Here lately, things have been super hard. Beyond measure. Beyond, what I thought I could bear. Turns out, beloveds, I can bear, a lot. So can you. Be encouraged. Keep going. Repeat after me:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

I don’t know why I don’t know why.

I don’t wanna spend my 55th birthday with anyone, and don’t know why.

I am wondering why I write the way I do, and I don’t know why.

I don’t know why, I don’t know why.

Does it matter?

I don’t know.

And I don’t know why.

wondering and not knowing why,

Cassandra

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Note: Beats me…🤷‍♀️

Ack Tuesday.

Ack!

I do NOT want to do, today.

Have you ever had “one of those days” BEFORE the day has even started?!

Yep, that’s me.

I want to:

Hide.

Sleep.

Eat mini brownies.

Pretend, I have nothing to do but sleep, hide and eat mini brownies.

What am I GOING to do?

Seize the day, of course. All whilst munching on mini brownies. 😉🤷‍♀️😆

tiredly seizing the day,

Cassandra

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Note: I have learned to do the opposite of what I don’t want to do. You can find all manner of lazy and foolishness doing that. Life is short. Enjoy your day. My work days are more hectic. Hence, my want to trying to beg me to be lazy and sleep in. NOT! We got thangs to do.

Don’t forget to love someone, today. Starting with you. We need what you have to say and share. Take a chance. You’ll be glad you did.

Remember, you got this. Hard is but a friend guiding you to your best self. It’s hard. So what? You can do it. Also, you be loved and not alone…

I lost my want to.

Hhhhmm.

??

*Cassandra looks under the mattress, for her want to*

Hhmm.

???

*Cassandra hears her want to eating some fruit snacks and being lazy!…*gasp*

Okay, beloveds, I was going to wax eloquent and get us all fired up to seize the day. It appears all my want to wants to do is absolutely nothing.

My bad.

Since it’s my workday off, I think I shall join want to in not wanting to.😆

Just popped round to make sure you know you were loved. As for me, lonely has been awfully loud, the past few days.

I miss mom. I miss my 40s. 50s have been kicking my tail, lately. Please don’t make me be honest. Else, I would have to admit to feeling vulnerable.

I fell, last week. I am still a bit shaken. I try not to think of what could have happened.

Don’t waste time, beloveds, being fearful of what could have happened, in your life. It didn’t. Yea, you made some wrong and dumb choices. Be glad you survived them. We are ALL dummies, at times.

Embrace, feelings of vulnerability. They make us human. We don’t have to be chasing Thanos everywhere. We don’t HAVE to be the super hero EVERY day.

I think I shall spend some time, with vulnerable and offer her some fruit snacks.

Be good to you. Asking for A Friend.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

You matter!

I love this quote!

There are days, when my lonely wants to know if I matter…

Cassandra

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Heart check ❤: Enjoy your Monday.

Enjoy your Monday.

Don’t waste it worrying about all that may happen, this week. Seize the DAY. The rest of the week, will be the rest of the week.

Don’t fret about how much you are growing or not growing. The fact you are trying, IS growth. Enjoy it.

Embrace all that happens, in your day. The happenings are but lessons and friends. Guiding. Us. Building, us. Renewing, our faith. Restoring, our hope. Refilling, our spirits.

Receive, love. Allow Love to love on you.

Ask, for what you need.

Listen, to God’s Silence.

Believe, The Universe has and wants the best for your life.

Resolve, to keep your promises, to you.

Life is short. Give yourself a break. You are doing all you know. Let critics talk. They have nothing better to do. You got thangs to do…lol.

Finally, let your yes be yes and your no be no. Period.

Be encouraged and know you are loved and not alone.

sending love your way,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Move.

Move:

Your, feet.

Your, faith.

Your, fear.

Your, joy.

Move:

In, the right direction.

In, any direction.

With, intention.

Move:

Your, apathy.

Your, lazy.

Your, hesitancy.

Move:

Forward.

Upwards.

Beyond.

Move!

Life is short.

moving with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: New week. New challenges. New you. Get going. Love someone. Start with you. Try not to stress, this week. Try, and let the results be whatever they shall be. Why waste a moment lamenting what did or did not happen?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

Who are you?: The stranger in my bed.

Who are you?

Who ARE you?

Where did you come from?

How long, have you been here?

Deep, from inside me.

How did The Universe KNOW, you were the person I have been seeking, for the whole of my life?!

I have looked for you.

Everywhere.

EVERYWHERE!

I have sought you, in jobs, in relationship(s), in ministry.

Yet, you demured. You remained, mute. Until. Until, I, made the choice, to do the scariest thing, I have ever done: Be honest with ME.

Once, honest, I could find the courage, to reach out to The Universe. Upon reaching, my hand found itself, into your own.

Now, I hold your hand. Rather, you now, hold MINE. Don’t let go!

I don’t want to disappoint you, you, this stranger, in my bed. I want to:

Love, you.

Honor, you.

Cherish, you.

Laugh, with you.

Rejoice, with you.

Try, with you.

Who are you?

asking for a friend,

Me(Cassandra)

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Note: I find myself, a few weeks before my 55th birthday, thinking things I have NEVER thought. Doing things, I have never done. Why/how? I have absolutely NO idea. I don’t know this me, this stranger in my bed…

Dear Universe: I found a stranger in my bed.

Dear Universe,

Every since God challenged me to reach out to You, I have found a stranger, in my bed.

Me.

ME!

I don’t recognize this me, this she, this person I now find myself, to be.

This me, her, well, she takes NO quarter.

This me, I, brooks NO, arguments.

This me, myself, absolutely refuses to allow, disappointment, hard, despair, discouragement, anger, frustration, or any other thing to get in her way.

She is relentless, this woman, who now sleeps, in my bed.

She roams around, as if on air.

She jaunts about, as if in the grandest home.

She, flounces, as if draped in the finest linens.

She has a confidence about her that I am coming to admire.

I am in awe, of her.

Of, me.

ME!

This stranger, no longer hides behind walls. This creature, reaches out and takes hesitancy, with her.

Oh, that I could grow up to be, like her, Universe!

Huh?

She, is me, You say?

Why, she is!

Thank You, Universe, for forcing her, out of hiding. Rather, SHE has forced ME, to stop hiding my heart. You see, Universe, I give the world and all in it, my heart. But, I was afraid to give, my heart. I was afraid it would be dismissed or unloved.

Now, I just love. Yes, I would love to have that love, returned. If not, I’m okay. Lonely a bit, for human contact, but so joyously humbled by the love, in my heart. And, from the love of God, Life and You, The Universe.

What do I do with her now, Universe? What will You do, with her? With, me?

I have NO idea, Universe, what to do with the gifts I have been given. How can I give more of me, away? How can I care, more? How, can I love, more? Am I even making a dent, in…*shrug*…?

I know not.

I just know, there is a stranger, in my bed.

The stranger, is me.

pondering,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I find myself at an interesting place. Beats me, where I am. I think I shall take the time to…*shrug*…Be encouraged.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Keep moving towards your goals.

Keep moving towards your goals. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CyUYsMdOLqF/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

Nuff said.

Cassandra

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