Overwhelm this life with your love.

Seems like life has been giving so many people such a hard time, here lately. Doing the best I can, to do the best I can. It can seem overwhelming, can’t it? So much hardship and heart ache in so many places!

Yet, we don’t have to be all things to all people. Maybe, just maybe, we can be a few things, for a coupla folks, eh? I love the thought of overwhelming folk with my love. Sounds, well, overwhelming…lol….

Life is short. Long enough, however, to make a difference, however big or small, in someone’s life. Start with you. Be good to you. Then, find someone to reach out to. If you don’t know how or where to start, comment on a post, make a post, of your own. Call a friend. Make a friend. Ask God and Life to give you some friends. Ask Them to teach you how to be a friend.

Let’s get to overwhelming folks, beloveds! There are sooooooooooooo many who are out there, silently, secretly, bleeding to death from lack of care. Let someone know they are seen, heard, loved and cared for.

Get a goin’. Stop hiding from life and love some peep. You can practice on me!

loving folk with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Amen!

As we come to year’s end, beloveds. let us remember, let us celebrate ALL the progress we have made, tried to make, this year. No, we are nowhere where we thought, hope, wished we would be. Yet, we have fought, ALL year, to be our best, to do our best. We have tried, so very hard, to be there. For, ourselves. For, others.

So, let us take time, you and I, all of us, to celebrate us, to celebrate our TRY. We may yet still be alone. We may yet still see things seemingly remain the same around us. I know. I know. I purposely did not add commas to the last few sentences. I did not want ANYTHING coming between our celebrating our efforts, our TRY, our want to, our we going to try even though we have no clue how to.

Take, just a moment, to have a moment. Experience the joy, embrace the journey, find satisfaction, in the little moments, the quiet moments, the aggravating moments. ALL these things are taking us but one step closer. Closer, to what? Ah! That is God and Life’s secret for us to continue to pursue. Let us keep going. Yet, find a moment or two, to celebrate who we are, NOW, not after we have been polished up and are shiny. Enjoy, the dented you. Enjoy, the frayed you. Enjoy, the tarnished you. Enjoy, the old you. Enjoy, the new you.

I acknowledge your TRY, beloveds. I celebrate you. I celebrate WITH you.

succeeding, yea, have already succeeded with you,

Cassandra

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P.S. For every eye, who come across these words, they are not just words, to me. YOU are not a potential ‘like’ I am seeking. I care. For, you. Why? Why, cuz you be my sister, my brother, my other. We all we got, beloveds. Yet, we all that we need. Don’t let present world circumstances turn you cynical. Love WILL drive out this present divided, darkness. Continue to be a light, to be the light, in your corner, of the world. I shall do the same, in mine.

A note for Brita

Brita,

My! You sure are awfully wiggly, running around, in my pocket. Apparently, you have found something to entertain you in there. I think I left some chocolate minis for the last visitor I had there. I also left some books and puzzles laying around. Can’t very well be a poor hostess, can I?

Anywho, I asked mom to keep you company, whilst I piddle through my work day. Mom and I have been huddling, trying to figure out what would be of comfort to you, just now. Mom says tell you, Brita, that all will be okay, says tell you that YOU shall be okay. She knows the hurt of a daughter missing her mum.

I told mom, Brita, that you may not be up to cheer from across the world. She told me to shush and do as she says. So, am doing as mom says. Looking out for your heart, best I can, from across the world.

Be encouraged, Brita, be encouraged, beloved. Yes, the missing gets super tough around holidays. Memories tend to want to chase us round, begging to be seen, heard and acknowledged….*sigh*.

I have been scrounging around, in my heart, to see what words I can possibly find there that would be of a comfort. Alas, I don’t find very many there, nowadays. The hole in my own heart is much, much too big, at this time of year. Perhaps the comforting words have fallen through the hole in my own heart. All I can think to do, Brita, is to climb in there, there in my pocket, and keep you a bit of company. Not talking. Not much can be said that would be of help anywho, eh? Also, I fear you may yet well pry out my chili recipe and my lips are sealed.

If you like, feel free lay your head upon my shoulder. Be sure to keep the noise down. Must be mindful of these noisy neighbors.

Moms sure can rip a hole, in the whole wide world, when they go, can’t they? Be sure and cut yourself some slack as you make your way. Be ok with not being ok if not ok. Be ok with being ok if you are ok. Be ok with however you are feeling, not feeling, don’t feel like feeling, at the moment. We don’t have to got this portion of our lives. The missing mom/mum portion. We shall let God and Life figure that out whilst we try or not try to figure ourselves out, shall we? I have your back. You don’t have to have mine. Tell you what, let us sit, back to back, and lean upon one another, okay?…hmm…your sweater is itchy! Take care and be encouraged…

trying to find how to fill my hole,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Take the time.

This has been an exhausting week. We had to go to a completely new system no one had ever seen, let alone knew how to use…smh….no coment.

I considered using some PTO to sleep in, for a few hours, tomorrow. Thought of a heaping, helping of hollering chili, a snuggle with the sandman, and late morning wake up…hmm….

Thought of all the this and the that I could be doing…

Thought of….the heck with that!

*Cassandra put in for some PTO*.

Some days, beloveds, we need to take the time, for US. To do whatever, to do absolutely nothing. Life will understand. If not, tell it to kick some rocks for a coupla hours and get some rest time. Yes, in the middle of the week. Whenever, where ever, however you need to refresh, refresh. Things will be there, when you wake up.

Ah! Late sleep in! In the middle of the week! Okay, technically today is midweek but who is counting anywho?…*shrug*.

Be good to you, beloveds. Love someone. Starting with YOU. You are much too important to leave behind. And, for those struggling at this time of year, be extra good to you, okay? By the by, Brita, I am carrying your heart around, in my pocket, and yakking with you as you grieve for your mum. I may also slip the recipe to my chili to you. Don’t be causing too much of a ruckus, in their please and thanks. You know how the neighbors get!

Love to all,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

I AM…the storm.

I love quotes. Love them!! The above one has me all fired up!!

I AM THE STORM!!

Hear me roar, world!…ooppss…sorry neighbors…*Cassandra whispers hear me roar!!*

The quote reminds me that I am NOT just a passive vessel being tossed to and fro. I have choices. I make choices. I try. I work. I do. The best I can. And, if things don’t turn out, the way I had hoped, well…*shrug*…I tried. Good enough for me.

Ah!

Satisfaction.

A quiet roar.

How fantastic is this/that??!

Life is short, beloveds.

Say.

Live.

Love.

living unapologetically,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Satisfaction.

Ah! The work day is done. I completed my daily schedule, chili hollering for my time, ready to shed my shoulder of today’s TRY in order to slip on this evening’s relaxation.

Ah!

Satisfaction. A job well done. The day did not start as graciously as I may have liked. Yet, the day profferred many treats and laughs along the way. I took one step closer, today. And, that, beloveds, is enough for me. For, now. Closer to what, you ask? Who knows? God does and He ain’t tellin’.

Be at peace, all. Life is short. LIVE, the best you can. Then, leave the outcomes to God and Life to deal with and take care of. You have done your part. Give yourself a hand. Give yourself a hug. Be proud of the you that has come forth from this day. I know I am.

Unapologetically living,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Keep your promise to you.

What in the fresh hell!!?

I admit it. This was NOT the most ideal wake up thought, of a morning. If you had been woken with lights blaring in your eyes, after laying in blissful, quiet darkness, you may have done the same.

Truth be told, I had been grumpily awaiting aforementioned lights glare. I had my Google Mini set to turn lights on, promptly, at 8:00 am. What madness! What IDIOT wanted lights blaring TWO HOURS BEFORE I HAVE TO??!!!!

Oh, yea, it was me. My new weekly schedule, remember?

Oh, yea, THAT…*Cassandra pouts delicately and quietly so as not to wake neighbors, some of whom could give two hoots and kept her up ALL Saturday causing her to do Saturdays’ chores on Sunday causing her to….*….hmm….opppps…..sorry bout that….different post….don’t judge me, I am not fully awake, having been waken by lights blaring, to start my new weekly schedule….*sigh*….

So, here I sit, writing, writing of all things(don’t judge me it’s on the schedule so I can get my book project off the ground), drinking French Vanilla coffee, boiled eggs eaten(yeppers both on the schedule and done), pouting, fussing, yet keeping my promise, to me, in following my schedule and keeping myself on track.

I will admit, soon as the lights came on, the argument started. And, I mean IMMEDIATELY.

Me: I do NOT feel like getting up extra early, today.

Me: You promised.

Me: Who did I promise, though?

Me: You promised, you, beloved. Remember?

Me: Yea, but, well, it’s just ME, though. Who will know, anywho? Who will care? Who will it affect if I sleep in, just a bit more?

Me: It will hurt you, beloved.

Me: Now, this is true. But, what if we decide to start later? How about tomorrow?

Me: You don’t know how many tomorrows you have left. Also, how many times have you promised you would do this, that or the other, only to never do it, half do it, fuss your way through it, rush through it, on and on?

Me: Okay. Okay! Don’t judge me. It’s just as much your fault as it is mine.

Me: Get going, you wasting time. Time you don’t have.

Me: Okay. Okay!

*Covers flying every which way, Cassandra delicately storms through the apartment, yelling for Google Mini to turn lights BACK ON DAMMIT, stomped lightly to kitchen, slammed pot on stove, dumped stupid eggs in the damned dumb too early to be up pot, thought of smaking keurig around, dismissed said thought, gently handled keurig pleading for her to hurry up and get the coffee out already!!! Fresh hell!!, fussed at her laptop who was smart enough to keep quiet whilst she fired up the laptop, ripped open fresh Word documents and got into the day, TWO HOURS EARLY MIND YOU*…

I now have ten minutes to try and save you some morning foolishness. Keep your promise to you. Life is much too short. Those things you have been dreaming about, get on out of your comfy bed/shell/self and get to getting after it. How? How the world would I know? Am trying to figure mine out as I go. Ah! I am going, though!

Get going!

Turn them lights on!

Make the call.

Reach out the hand.

Give a hug.

Receive some offered love.

Offer some love.

Whatever you do, get to doing something. We need what YOU have. Only ONE you, beloved. Best get to living the one life you have, eh?

living with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

BE…YOU!

Hey!?

You?

Yes, I am talking to YOU. This world needs YOU, beloveds. Time to get on up, get on out there, best you can. And, just BE..YOU! The world don’t need more counterfeiters. Just needs you to, well, just BE. Do YOU. Loudly. Proudly. All the way. Get on after it. Time is short. This world needs what you have to give. YOU need what you have to give.

Let’s get after it. No time for waiting for others to do what we can.

Say.

Live.

Love.

doing the same,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

‘Nuff said.

‘Nuff said.

Keep going.

You got this.

Enjoy you, NOW, as you are, right now. Don’t wait until you have obtained some fantastic goal. You some awesome sauce ALREADY, beloveds. KNOW this.

Say.

Live.

Love.

Laugh.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Be encouraged,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Use the right chair.

I work from home. Love it! Love it. Took me almost ten years to earn the privilege. This was before Covid turned the world upside down and forced a kajillion folks home…smh…

Anywho, in preparing to work from home, I had to get me a work desk and chair. A friend went with me, to Office Max where I purchased a super comfy chair. It was perfect. It was perfect!

Only, when actually working, it wasn’t perfect. The arms were too skinny. THE ARMS ARE TOO SKINNY. They made my back hurt. All scrunched up, on these spindly arms, shrugging at me that this was the best they could do. The height was perfect. The way I fit, was perfect. The arms! The arms!!!

Like a dumbsky, I sucked it up, and worked, for aeons, with a perfect chair that really was not perfect, at all. I had two options:

Option 1, I could suck it up, do the best I can, eat ibuprofen like candy, throw myself into bed and have a tantrum because my back hurt from the stupid, spindly thin arms!!

Option 2, I could reach out, to my boss, and ask for a desk chair I was able to bring home, with me. Previously, I chose not to inconvenience myself by going into the office and getting a decent one. I figured, it wouldn’t fit, in my car and would be a nightmare to get it in and out. I figured, it would be a pain trying to drag it up my stairs and get situated. Both of those things, turned out to be true. Coming attractions, on that, in just a moment…smh…*Cassandra feels a headache coming on at the memory of…*….nevermind….

You can guess, can’t you, that I chose Option 1, right? I did. Dummy, me. Long story short, I use said chair, for as long as my back could stand it. Finally, I cried uncle, called my boss, made arrangements to drive the 30 minute drive, to the office, pick up chair, calmly, discreetly, professionally placed said chair in my car, made my way home, deftly manuevered said chair out of my huge car, jogged it lithely and lightly up the stairs, deposited said chair lovingly and quietly beneath the loving arms of my desk and the rest is history.

NOT!!!!!!!!!

I will spare us all, the horror show, called me, that commenced trying to cram an ergonomical chair into the small arms of my backseat. I will NOT repeat the things I thought, then said, out loud, LOUDLY, as I tried to get my backseat to give up my seat, dammit, so I can do my job and keep paying for my stupid car. You already have seats! Give me my chair, dammit!!

I shall NOT disclose how myself, and said chair, ended up, in quite the heap, in the middle of the parking lot. I shall NOT disclose the indignity of my fight, with the stairs, to get said chair up my surprisingly angry stairs. Apparently, I did not manuever them, up the stairs, to the stair’s liking, and said stairs let me know what they thought of my chair AND me. How DARE!?!…*gasp*.

Fast forward to ergonomical and now STUPID work chair, now ensconced underneath my work desk and all now right with the world. The only problem, now is my place is too small to comfortably have both comfy and work chair under the desk. So, I have to go through the dance of maneuvering, one or the other, into the other room, out of the way, until needed, once again.

As you can imagine, from time to time, I have gotten lazy, and have NOT wanted to take the whole three minutes it takes to switch chairs. So, like a dumbsky, I would work in the wrong chair. Pouting, of course, ALL day. Muttering, fussing, complaining, harranging myself for not taking three whole minutes to switch chairs.

Tonight, I wanted to do some writing. Yet, I had my comfy chair out. Like an idiot, I think I can get away with writing, in the wrong chair. I had forgotten how aggravating, how painful writing is, on the tiny arms. I write. It hurts. I pout. I kavetch. I tell myself to stop being a dumbsky and take the three minutes to get and use the right chair.

Ah.

AH!! My back thanks me. My arms say “Hallelujah”….lol…

Now, I want to go all philosophical and wax poetic and give some parable of life how we, at times, do the convenient, instead of doing what’s needed, in order to help us live and grow…hehe…didja see how I went all philosophical on the discreet?

Life is short. Much too short to keep on doing things that are not in our best interests. Time to go on ahead and get out the correct chair. Time to do the thing that will help you get closer to your dream, eh? Make, the call. Write, the letter. Reach out. DO something that will keep you moving forward.

Change takes time. And, effort. A LOT of effort. So, inconvenience yourself. Inconvenience others. Inconvenience God and Life into moving and working on your behalf. They will. If YOU will. And, if you decide to be a dumbsky and use the wrong chair, don’t get to blaming God or Life or others for your pain. Get out your own way, get to doing the thing, already! Get going, beloveds. Time is short.

Say.

Live.

Love.

saying/living/loving from the right chair,

Cassandra

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