Category: faith

Life, why you keep bugging me.

Well, phooey!

AAARRRGGHHH!

Go away!!!

*stamps foot*

Stupid bugs!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

*sniff*

*Cassandra continues, valiantly, to battle, tiredly, er, tirelessly, against the occasional dastardly that dashes, cross the floor*

*pout*

I hate bugs! I am doing my best to not hate ME for being too lazy to take out the trash one day tooooo late, Cassandra!!!!

So dumb.

Dummy me.

Okay. I’m sorry, me. I promised I would NOT castigate you for making mistakes. Mistakes are made, every day it seems, when we are living and making our way in and through the world.

Do the best you can, beloveds, to keep taking out the trash. Don’t put it off. Do the needed thing. Do the hard thing. Do the boring thing. Just keep doing thangs, okay? Asking for Your Friend.

taking out the trash,

Cassandra

Note: I promised myself I would do my best to write every day. To work towards my dream of writing and working from home from MY writing every day. To try. Every day. I got my promise in early today. Life is short. Live, beloveds. Remain joyful. Through it all. No, it is not always easy. So what? Stop looking for life to be easy and fair. It has never been. It shall never be. So what? Live. Rejoice. Love. Try. Rinse. Repeat.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being… YOU

Early I am.

Early, I am.

Saturday, I come for thee.

Early, I come.

World, you shall NOT dismiss me.

I shall:

Love you.

Pray for you.

Hope for you.

Laugh at you.

Cheer for you.

Encourage you.

Rejoice with you.

Love me.

Love me not.

So what?

There is the whole of you, world, waiting/needing to be loved. I shall do my part. I can not help what my neighbor shall/shall not do. Ah! I shall start by loving my neighbor.

Early, I am, neighbor…

loving my neighbor as myself,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short. It looks like the world has truly gone mad and has lost it’s way. The world is trying to convince us there is no right and wrong. That love of others is old-fashioned. That living with integrity is woke. I choose to be woke. Smh. Folks are running around using the word woke like it’s a dirty word. Another subject for another day. Love someone, please. Asking for A Friend.

Hard: You got this, Cassandra.

“You got this, Cassandra.”

“YOU GOT THIS, CASSANDRA!”

Over and over, ALL week, my trainer has been encouraging me.

Over and over, I secretly did NOT believe her. Okay, I did not believe in ME…*sigh*. I felt:

Old.

Ancient.

Decrepit.

I also felt:

Left out.

Unneeded.

Unwanted.

Can I tell you something, beloveds? Promise not to tell?…*sigh*.

I was secretly hurt I had to spend my 55th birthday alone. Yea, God was with me. I couldn’t SEE Him. Yes, mom was with me. I couldn’t HEAR her voice. Yeah, Jesus loves me. I couldn’t HOLD His Hand.

So, I have been feeling inadequate, somehow. I told myself it was okay and I had fun. I did. I WAS okay, then. Now? Thanksgiving is coming and another occasion I spend alone. Yet, not.

Soooooooooooooooo training felt like another extension of not being enough, not knowing enough, not knowing how.

Crap.

Yet, the AMAZING thing was I was also full of joy and hope and peace. How? Why? Because, I chose, I decided, on the front end I would enjoy my week I didn’t care what happened.

It’s a good thing I made the choice, BEFORE I started. All hell AND it’s friends, broke out and showed out every which way. System issues made work almost unworkable.

The bill monster jumped out of the closet trying to scare the bejeez out of me.

Vertigo decided to take me to here and yon and refused to let go. It twirls, even now.

Insomnia has come calling and keeps trying to invite grief. I told them both to kick rocks. I have thangs to do.

For those who are struggling or tired:

Be encouraged. Keep to your routine. This time will pass. It will. No, you are never the same, after a tough loss of any kind. Still, your newness can and will be fulfilling IF you choose to be.

You got this. As do I. You are loved. You are NOT alone. Keep on being you.

doing thangs together,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Pppsssst: Hey, someone post a good note. I’m hiding out from Silent Knight and Valencia. Don’t tell them I was here, okay?…*Cassandra ponders her next sneak attack.*

Good morning, Saturday.

Good morning, Saturday.

Great to see you.

Wait!

What are you doing here soooooooo early this morning?!

*mutters to self*

*pout*

*Cassandra tells Saturday to kick rocks and come back at noon*

*Cassandra heads back to bed*

Sheesh.

😴,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Getting my morning started with humor. Wait! Morning, what are you doing here soooooooo early?! Kick rocks til noon…😅

Have a great Saturday, beloveds. The week was all weeky, wasn’t it? We made it. We did the best we could, didn’t we? Let that be enough. We ARE enough. We are loved. We are NOT alone. Love someone. Starting with you.

O, yea, you may or may not find shenanigans messing with you over this next little while. I heard her conspiring with my little imp.😳

Be careful!…hhmm….*Cassandra snatches a lampshade, places it upon her head, stands upright hoping to be thought a lamp so as to tease, er, frighten, er, play with an unsuspected beloved or two…*…to be continued.

I know.

Me: It’s hard.

God: I know.

Me: It hurts.

The Universe: I know.

Me: This hurts.

Life: I know.

It’s hard. It hurts. THIS hurts!!

Me: I know.

ow,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: For anyone who has lost loved ones, the holidays are often bittersweet. They are:

Hard.

Nostalgic.

Hard.

Wistful.

Hard.

Noisy.

Hard.

Joyful kinda sorta maybe almost.

Hard.

Be encouraged. Be kind to your heart. Be mindful of your feels being extra needy and feely. Do NOT dismiss your feels, or you, during this time.

It’s hard. I know. It hurts. I know. God knows. He understands. Doesn’t make the hurt, hurt less. Doesn’t make the sad, less sad. Doesn’t make the lonely, less lonely. There IS comfort. Be encouraged.

While the hard is hard, be good to you. Stay away from comfort eating and alcohol to distract you. Do healthy things such as taking a walk, getting fresh air, talking with a friend, making new friends, playing, going to a movie, reading a book, going to church, yakking with God, yelling at God for…*shrug*…you’ll find something to fuss with Him about. I hollered at Him, gently, for taking my mama.

Be good to you. Be encouraged. Take things slow during the holiday season. I allow my heart to be sad. I don’t wallow there. I move on and get on with my life. Right now, life is a bit sad missing mom…*sigh*.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

Battle cry: This calls for a…

Tough day.

Tough week.

Only ONE thing can ease this day!

Water balloon fight!!

Cassandra advises all old-bies to get the newbies!!

Hehe.

Cassandra sneaks up on Silent Night and Valencia lobbing water 🎈 balloons in their direction. Ha!

Run, Britta! Reinforcements people.

Cassandra dives over the nearest 🛋 couch.

awaiting the next move,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t make me play by myself. Post your dastardly deeds in the reply field. Grab a friend and let’s have some fun.

WATER 🎈 BALLLLLOOOONNNN FIGHT!!

Tell hard ha!

Hard: I’m here.

Me: HA! Bring it. I am here!

*Cassandra has some hard for breakfast and keeps it moving.*

You better ask somebody!

Life is short.

Life is hard.

So what?

No excuse to give up or give in.

Keep your act right acting right!

We do hard for breakfast, beloveds, don’t we?

I wish I had challenged hard more. I wish I would have embraced hard more. I wish I would have laughed more at hard.

I can’t change my past. All I can do is laugh at hard now.

Ha!

Move.

I have things to do!

doing the hard thing(s),

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is hard. So what? Enjoy it…

My life changed the day I decided to fight for me.

I work. Hard. I take much pride in working hard. I give my all. To, my job. To, others. To, The Universe. To, Life. To, God. Now, to/for ME.

Sadly, I used to put me last, if at all. For work and all else, I didn’t care how much or how many times I was inconvenienced or came upon a road block. I did my level best to conquer all.

For me, though, for my dreams, I hate to say this but just as soon as a stiff breezed rolled in, I rolled out. I showed out. I lamented. I carried on about not being seen, heard, loved or valued. Then, I took my toys, and left. Left to continue to fight for everyone and everything, but me.

It was easier, you see. I could blame, them, not me, for my dreams not coming true. I could rail against the unfairness, of life. I could chew out God, for not getting things done or taking too long or this, that, the other thing. I could tell The Universe to kick rocks and pick on someone else.

One day, though, I was praying and talking to God about..*shrug*. I don’t remember. Anywho, I was jabbering on about nothingness, when God whispered “Tell The Universe what you want”. Such an ODD request, I thought. Especially, coming from God.

Yet, I did as asked. Scariest thing I have EVER done. I don’t know why, but asking The Universe, it opens up one’s inmost thoughts, hopes and dreams. Those terrifying dreams. Those dreams, so huge, we can barely think on them. They are just too darned big to imagine or believe WE could possibly bring them, into existence.

Yes, THOSE, God whispered for me to ask The Universe for. So, I tiptoed, to the edge of my deepest dreams/fears, swallowed hard, closed my eyes, jumped and landed…

Upon God’s Word. Ah. Aha! Without going all preachy, Jeremiah 29:11 says – For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.

Meaning, God means good things, for our lives. We are the ones who spend our lives diminishing our value. We try and find value in people, places and things.

Anywho, I asked The Universe to help me make MY dreams, come true. An adventure, is being had, by all. Goodness and gravy, though, the way has been hard. I have been forced to fight. For, me.

Every day. EVERY day, Life shows up, shows out and asks me how badly I want my dreams to come true. Now, every day, EVERY day, I demand life give me my dreams and bounty!

GIVE THEM HERE!!

And, often, every day, disappointment has shown up, showed out, and popped me and my dreams upside the head. And, now, every day, EVERY day, I tell disappointment, I shall see it, tomorrow!

Beloveds, I may not reach the unreachable star. I promise you this: NOBODY will have had more fun, trying, than me!

Ah.

Aha!

Life is short. Live.

living/fighting for me,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Fight for you. Fight for your dreams. You are worth it.

Perspective: My little is a lot.

My little is a lot.

Your little is a lot.

All we have is all we have.

Let’s give all we got.

It is enough.

We are enough.

We don’t love one another enough.

We don’t show our love enough to one another.

I don’t know why that’s so important to me.

It is.

You are.

I don’t have a lot.

You can have it all.

Save some for me.

giving what I have,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t let the world convince you that your little is not a lot. It is. You are.

Take it out.

My life changed completely when I took it out:

Should.

Fear.

Have to.

Guilt.

Expectation.

Now I:

Choose.

Try.

Care.

I choose not to care about the outcome. I choose not to expect the expected. I choose not to fear. I choose not to feel guilty about what I should or should not have done.

Yeah my life changed after I took it out.

Relieve yourself of the burden of others. Relieve yourself of your own burdens. Choose. Live with the outcome of your choices. Make your choices positive ones. I dare you. I dare me. I dare.

taking it out,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

One step.

One step.

One step.

Be encouraged.