I have learned, beloveds, to move as my dreams move. Whenever they move. One would have hoped my dreams would be more respectful of this 56 year old body. Not!
I just stopped by to encourage you to keep on going. Do the hard. Do the incredibly dumb sounding things your dreams are whispering for you to try. You have NO idea whatsoever where your ridiculous dreams are leading you. Let’s go!!
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: It feels good to moving in a direction. For so long, life has had me at a standstill. The week of Memorial Day Weekend, I was FINALLY given where to focus my efforts on.
I find it fitting/ironic to have been given my answer a few days before the first anniversary of last year’s tornado. 🥰🤗😎
Bills have been hollering at me. My bank account simply laughs at the demands placed upon it.
I am doing my best to focus on building my legacy. Every day, beloveds, I think about ways I can encourage and love folk. Every day.
The historic storms that have been pounding my state, for the past few months, has been:
Frightening.
Exhausting.
Humbling.
Annoying.
Disheartening.
Discouraging.
Disappointing.
Every ing that you can think of!😳
Still, I fight on. It’s exhausting trying not to focus on the exhaustion.
Good habits has bailed me out more often than not. They get up whether I feel like it or not. Lazy stopped arguing with good habits months and months ago.
The day greets me earlier. My dreams, trusting me more, whispers nuggets of wisdom to me. I rush to try to pin down the words!😁🧱. I do my all to break through the walls of nothingness so I can produce my dreams in real time.
I tell myself to keep shouting into the void. My tiny light seems to be so dim. I will continue to shine as brightly as I can. I don’t know why things are the way they are. I can sell them white neighbor seems to have forgotten that we’re supposed to love one another and be there for one another the best we can. My heart is terrible trouble that people are so intent on chasing a bag that they are trampling all over the rights and needs of one another.
I shall continue to pray for us all. I shall continue to build on this legacy of mine of love. i refuse to give up my hope.
We shall overcome this dark in history. We have to. I am praying for the day that our young people will see what’s happening in front of their eyes. I don’t understand why the adults in a room are concerned only with things for themselves and their families.
Do what you can where you are. Tell apathy to shut up. Love someone. Starting with you.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I am terribly disappointed with the human race right now. since when was becoming financially wealthy to be all and end all? Shame on the world.
We just get this one life. What are you doing with yours? Embrace every moment. Love as many as you can.
The Universe has a way of making the bed 🛏 awfully scratchy, at times. A good way of getting us uncomfortable enough to MOVE.
Us humans can be impossibly impossible to move. We value our comfort, don’t we? Above all, sadly, sometimes.
I’m about to take a leap of faith. In ME. Soon. Perhaps even today.
Why? Because I keep trying to talk myself out of it. I have already given myself the “nobody will care” speech three times, and it’s only Monday.
I’m going to try, or I may lose my nerve entirely.
Don’t give up just yet, beloveds. If for no other reason than to see what all the fuss was about after your dreams come true.
I want to see what my dreams have been yammering about all these years.
waiting as patiently as an old 🧓 impatient, hungry lady can, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: This has been an uncomfortable year. Jiminey Crickets! Whew! Hang in there. We got this.
In the meantime, enjoy you today. Leave tomorrow for tomorrow. Stop worrying about how long it’s taking. It takes as long as it takes. I love you in case nobody told you.
I was okay with the silence, initially. The longer the silence dragged on, however, the more I began to focus on all the awful whatifs that could/ would happen if I didn’t find the right answers. Right now!…*stamps foot*
The silence makes me want to rush ahead. I dare not. Egads.
The older I grow, the more I understand I would rather wait for the RIGHT answer, than to settle for any old answer.
Your answer WILL come. Wait for the right one.
While you wait, be sure not to rush back to comfort because the waiting appears to be too long.
I find myself fighting NOT to chase old ways simply because the wait is never-ending. I’m ready to get on with it. I’m ready to be done with these tests. Egads and holy whiskers already!…*stamps foot*…😂
In the meantime, keep being good to yourself. I hear a pot of ☕ cackling. Whose up for some?
My dreams are also growing legs so they can be grounded on 🌎 earth, not up in the clouds as an intangible, unattainable, impractical thing.
I have been watching a British show where some have decided to chuck their jobs, use their life savings, run off to exotic lands to build/start/run hotels and restaurants with NO experience. 😳
What’s worse, beloveds, are the folk who refuse to take in the advice and counsel of experts they reached out to for help.
Typically, the majority flames out. Only those who are willing to ground their dreams, in the here and now, are able to negotiate their pride, ego, and absorb what is needed to bring their dreams to fruition.
Being practical is a pain. It requires adulting…*sigh*.
Dreams needs legs. They need to be grounded in a bit of reality. Some. A tad. Th trick is determining how much??😳
I have been re examining my dreams. I did find a few unrealistic things in there. I was honest enough to acknowledge they were formed through the eyes of a child. I have been going through them with adult eyes.
Still, I think we need a bit of whimsy. Practically speaking. 😎🤣
Be encouraged, beloveds, as you work your dreams. We shall see them fulfilled. Hopefully. Joyfully. Eventually…
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Ah,beloveds, don’t give up yet. Not quite yet.
I have been digging out from under an awful bout of mini what in the fresh hell is this?!😳
Normally, I write my way out. I promised myself that I would encourage folk when feeling the most discouraged. Alas, discouragement has been more determined than I, this past while.
So much so, I considered deleting this blog, altogether.
Who cares about it, I asked myself?
I do, I answered back. Crap.
I have had to go back and update a good half dozen pieces. Something I have NEVER done in the five years I have been blogging.
Can I admit something? For the first time in forever, beloveds, I didn’t put the world first.
For the first time, beloveds, I allowed myself to sit with myself, to let myself NOT write, to encourage myself to do absolutely nothing and not feel like a big nothing.
I have put all my focus on getting eyeballs on my blog so I can encourage as many as I can. It has been incredibly embarrassing/disappointing/disheartening/discouraging to see almost no fruit of my labor.
I just stopped by to encourage someone to keep on keeping on. You ARE seen. You ARE heard. You ARE valued. Even when it doesn’t appear to be so.
God/The Universe/Life appreciates your every tear, your every effort, your every movement forward.
In the meantime, keep on being good to yourself. I care. If that means anything. So does He.
Bills, er, fear has a way of sapping the oomph out of one’s try. Tell your bills to shut up. Tell your fear to kick rocks.
Then, keep moving FORWARD. Keep looking UP. Keep standing on business. Keep standing on FAITH.
This time WILL pass, beloveds. How will it leave you? I plan on being/staying hopeful.
I must admit the silence is awfully loud. I just stopped ’round to encourage you to keep on being about being about it. If for no other reason than to annoy the hell out of fear due to your persistence.🤣🥰
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 