Note: My phone is silent. No job offers. No calls for coffee ☕. 56 is alone. Will 57 arrive with her in the same place? I don’t know.
Still, I give my all EVERY day. Why? Because we get ONE shot at this thing called life. Maybe my all will lead to a bit of something for me. Some day. In the meantime, I’m trying my best to give my something to someone. My something may be enough one day…
It’s time. Time for you to reveal your greatness for all the world to see.
You have been preparing for THESE moments your whole life.
Fear not. If so, take fear with you! These are the moments you have been waiting for.
Enjoy them. Do your best. Try. Then, let the chips fall where they may.
You may win. You may lose. Whatever the result, you gave your all.
There is beauty in your try. YOU did. YOU loved. YOU gave. YOU strove. YOU endured.
In spite of. Despite. Through it all.
Be proud of you. NOW. Don’t wait for the outcome to decide if you are satisfied.
Be filled with joy. NOW. These are awesome moments. ALL of them. The building of. The making of. The success of. The defeat in.
In ALL of your moments, beloveds, take in the wonder of YOU. You tried. You gave it all you got.
You have been preparing for these moments your whole life. Enjoy them. Enjoy YOU!
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Things takes time. I tell myself this EVERY day. Don’t allow these moments to pass by without your squeezing every drop of life and knowledge and joy and fun that you can find in them.
You are. The Universe would not have promoted you otherwise.
I don’t know if THIS will fit me.
It might. Try it out and see.
I’m not sure if I will like THIS.
You’ll never know until you try. See if it fits.
Ah, beloveds, The Universe is asking for you to have FAITH. In YOU. In your try. Keep going. The game is not finished. You are not finished. You are just getting started.
Rest as needed. Then get back in the arena and give it your all. Leave it ALL on the field. If you must lose, lose knowing you did all you knew to do. You can live with the outcome after that. Let’s go!!!!
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: You ARE ready. Now, get out there and make it happen.
Note: Keep fighting. For you. For your dreams. You are well able to overcome THIS. The Universe has your back as you pursue, relentlessly, your dreams. You can do this. You CAN. You WILL.
If I ad a dollar dor every time I have been called ugly, growing up, I would be a billionaire.
I have been thinking about life. A lot. My life, in particular. Other folks live early and often.
For perhaps the first time, I wonder if my care would have been so caring had I been “acceptable” back then?
Would I try so hard to let folk know they are loved and not alone if I had not grown up lonely and alone?
Would my try try so hard to encourage others to not give up, even as I had to fight to stay encouraged all these years?
Would I love God so much because He loves me no matter what, given I felt so little love for so many years?
Ah, beloveds, I can’t really answer that, can I?
All I can do and have done, is to have used all of the ugly; the name calling, the isolation, the eating at the lunch table alone, to propel to and through a life of love.
I’m not ashamed of me. I’m not ashamed to be ugly. I think I am beautiful. Inside and out.
I am overweight. So what?
I have never elicited cat calls from men who should have known better than turning women into trophies and mirrors to make themselves feel better. So what?
I have never lived amidst trappings that enticed the eye and made me a supposed envy for folk to want to emulate. So what?
I’m me. Unapologetically. I have a ridiculous laugh. I tell dumb jokes. I have a huge heart. I have a Buddha belly a wise man would be honored to lay upon knowing the priceless heart that resides inside me.
The world may call me/think me ugly.
Ugliness makes me beautiful.
loving me some me, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I write these words for all the folk who are running around feeling like an imposter. Too many feel worthless because of what they have been told through their lives.
Others feel this way because they believe they need to live amongst wealth in order to be valued and feel valuable.
Each of us has value. Each of us are worthy of time and care.
I plan on spending the rest of my ugly life uplifting others and finding the beauty in the ugliest things. Be encouraged.
I have spent ALL day, beloveds, pulling the less out of my feels.
Feelings are just that: Feelings.
Feelings do NOT dictate who we are or where we are going. At least, they are not supposed to be the leader.
We are so much more than we give ourselves credit for.
I am:
Helpful.
Hopeful.
Joyful.
Powerful.
Tough times are not here to end us. Tough times forces us to choose US. Tough times make us make a decision to believe or give up.
I CHOOSE to:
Move FORWARD.
Look UP.
Stand ten toes down on FAITH, not fear.
Believe in me.
Trust God.
Laugh.
Love.
Live.
When things grow tough, beloveds, keep peeling the less off your feels. Remember that you are mighty. You are magnificent. You are loved.
Never forget that.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Be encouraged. There is no getting around these tough times. We shall get through them. In the meantime, enjoy your day. Find some joy and peace, in the middle of the chaos, all around.
Scuze me, beloveds, I am trying to get some act right so I can turn my DAMNED 🍋 LEMONS INTO UPLIFTING LEMONADE FOR YOU. OMG!!!
*Cassandra stops 😡 pouting long enough to tell her mournful, terribly sad and awfully what in the fresh hell tale*.
*Cassandra thinks she is being really dramatic about this*
*Cassandra becomes angry with reasonable Cassandra, and they get into a terribly entertaining fight*
*Tired of fighting, Cassandra shares her sad, sad, terrible tale*:
I was in the mood for 🥣 cereal. Golden Grahams to be precise. I decided to do an emergency order and ordered some cereal, some 🥪 sandwich fixings and odds and ends and breathlessly awaited my order.
A while later, the 🚪 doorbell rings. Okay, I don’t have a doorbell, and they left the order without knocking, but still…
I fling the door open to find everything but the Golden Grahams!!! Or, so I thought.
I call the store. Calmly 😡 mad. The store was NOT helpful. Rude, in fact.
I had to tell act right to STAY on the high road. In truth, I dearly wanted to use the low road. I chose the high road.
I told myself to just make sandwiches 🥪 after remembering the sandwich fixings.
Dramatically, I pulled out turkey, cheese, and reach for the buns, and there were no buns!! They forgot the buns and canned goods as well!!!! OMG!!!
I wanted to act a fool. I didn’t. In the end, I found some old buns and made some sandwiches. I ordered more cereal. I got on with my life.
Life is short, beloveds. Things happen. Inconvenient things. Frustrating things. Things that will make the way a bit longer.
That’s okay. Roll with the punches. Go another way. Try something different. Make a new plan. Refurbish the old one.
I used this situation to make ME better. I chose not to be angry with the driver. I chose not to be angry with the store. I chose not to be angry.
I chose to laugh. I chose to get on with my evening. In the past, I would have spent the rest of the evening stewing. I would have gone to bed hungry. I would have played the martyr and not fixed something else to eat.
I am growing. Slowly. I am learning. Slowly. I am hungry…lol.
I’m fixing to enjoy some sammiches. Who wants to join me?
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: It’s not what happens to us that counts. It’s what happens IN us as we choose to respond in ways that uplifts us and others. Keep on being the awesome folk you are. I love me some you.
God, I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know what to do. Where do I go? Where do I turn? I just don’t know what to do.
I still don’t, beloveds. Rest has been hard to come by. Guilt keeps stopping by to tell me I should be working. I SHOULD be doing some frantic SOMETHING.
God has been silent. The Universe has told me to chill. Life says to TRUST that all is still well. Ack. Geeeeeeeeeeeeez.
Still, I am comforted by my try. I keep telling myself to just try, Cassandra. Everything really WILL be alright.
Be encouraged, beloveds. We truly will be alright. The storm is just extra loud and scary just now. It WILL pass. New things ARE growing. As are we.
Hang in there. In the meantime, cut yourself some slack. We got this. We CAN. We WILL.
I am carrying each of you around in my pocket so I can pray for you and yours. No shoving each other in there! Be nice or no snacks!…lol.
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