Yes, you CAN.
Yes, you WILL.
Any other questions?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Now that you KNOW you CAN and you WILL, what in the heckamiah Jeremiah are you waiting for?! Get going. You have too many thangs to do.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Sad came to visit. Sad wanted to hang out a bit and commiserate about mom.
I invited sad for ☕ coffee.
Me and sad talked of sad things:
Losing mom.
Losing my job.
Losing supposed friends.
Thanksgiving alone.
Then, I presented sad with it’s cap 🧢 and sent sad on it’s way. I told sad to send joy around.
Joy stopped by for some 🎶 music and fun. Want to join us?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: It’s okay to be sad, at times. Be sad, beloveds, then keep it moving. You have too much life to live. You have too much love inside you to share. You have too much love to receive.
Open your heart and receive. In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
I tried a new Cassandra dish. The dish was missing something.
I added some sauce. It was still missing something.
I added one thing more.
Aha!
Yum!
Life will ALWAYS throw us curve balls, beloveds. It’s up to US to adapt to the changes. I know it can get frustrating. Well, I know how disappointing this can be.
Instead, I CHOOSE to see disappointment and the like by new lenses: Challenges! Nothing more. Just challenges to make my faith muscles stronger.
I just turn it into another piece. Beloveds, use those adverse winds to propel you FORWARD.
I am already concocting a new dish with the fresh 🍋 lemons delivered today. How ’bout you?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: There is something about hearing a full grown 🌪 tornado, outside your door, that tends to male one a tad less afraid of the everyday nonsense that shows up!
Yes, I have grown weary of scammers but I no longer rush to the mad button. I am more:
Thoughtful.
Hopeful.
Resilient.
Persistent.
Faithful.
I promised myself I would continue to remain faithful to my try. No matter what.
Keep trying. You have NO idea what your try is doing. Neither do I. I have NO idea who has needed these words. I give them. Weary or not.
Keep giving YOU. You will be glad you did. Your legacy thanks you. The Universe thanks you. I thank you. In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
I’m trying not to get mad.
I CHOOSE not to get mad.
I just wrote a piece that meant a lot to me. I was just about to reread it. My wombie was able to read it once. She thought it impactful.
Before our eyes, it was overwritten by the next piece.
Gone.
Finito.
History.
All the writers out there will understand the hurt that comes with losing words that can never be retrieved again. It’s like losing a loved one. I HAVE lost these precious words…*sigh*.
Of course, sis is now highly hacked. I am doing my best to console her. To console ME.
What else can I DO, beloveds, except to make some 🍋 lemonade out of THIS?
The piece I lost was called “God, how do I get over THIS?
It was a piece about trying to, learning to get over loss. Ironic. Insert laugh here.
HOW, beloveds, do we get over THIS?
We are never quite the same after THIS.
We don’t know what our lives will look like after THIS. WE would have dealt with THAT better.
We wonder why THIS has happened to us.
We feel different after THIS happened.
Ah, God, how do we get over THIS? HOW do we make our way PAST our THIS? HOW do we MOVE ON from our THIS?
We never asked for THIS to happen. Why us, God? Why, NOW, God? What have we done to deserve THIS?
I can’t speak to your THIS, beloveds. My THIS, the damned tornado and losing my job, has my world turned upside down. I have been trying to right it for five months.
Be encouraged. THIS too shall pass…lol.
Don’t get mad when you have suffered a setback. Okay, you can get mad. Just don’t waste too much time there. Throw mad in the 🗑 trash and keep it moving.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Keep choosing joy, love, hope and peace. Everything really will be okay. It will. Until then, enjoy your day. I enjoyed writing the piece I lost. I have THAT. Sure am annoyed THIS happened to it. Crapola.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
I write.
I am a writer.
Sometimes, I write rather well.
Other times, my writing is woefully insufficient. To me. I tell myself I can’t ‘splain thangs the way I see them, in my heart. Crapola. Then, I write. Anyway.
I used to be ashamed of my why. Who in the world would want to spend their ENTIRE life encouraging the WORLD? Seems like such a really stupid thing to want to do with a life.
I have tried to do other things. I tried to ignore this why. Why? Because, it’s time consuming. Because it can be lonely. Because it can be exhausting to want to write after a full day of dealing with a world’s worth of…uh, oh…lol.
My why would never shut up. I have learned to go on ahead and do/be my why. I enjoy it. Every day. Even on the days when I am fed up with wanting to do anything.
Do what you do. Don’t be afraid of who you are. Don’t be ashamed of your why. Keep on being you. You are much needed. More than you know.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: You are never too old to day dream.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Aha!
I understand!
Finally!
AHA!💃🙌
Fear kept visiting me. EVERY day. Every frustrating day!
At first, beloveds, I was confused. I tried to dismiss it. I tried to deny it. I tried to outrun it.
I prayed. I cried. I cried and prayed. I prayed and cried.
Still, stupid fear visited every, frightening, unknown, unsettling unsettled day.
I thought the fear stemmed from not having a new job. Nope. In tracing it back, the dumb fear was with me at my old job.
The fear was there long before the tornado uprooted my life.
This fear has chased me all my life. I tried all I knew to drown out this fear. This fear made me desperate to find/experience/earn:
Approval.
Recognition.
Validation.
Love.
Safety/security.
Fear of not having these things caused me to pursue them, relentlessly. I tried to find them in:
Jobs.
Hard work.
Sports.
Writing.
Church.
Friends.
Society.
My parents divorced when I was very young. My dad used to pick us kids up on Sundays for his visitation. He had us from 1 to 5 pm.
After a while, he would come later and later. Eventually, he stopped coming. I never knew why. I just knew I sat and sat and sat. I sat on the stoop waiting.
The longer I waited, the more worthless I felt. Until, I felt no worth at all. My heart was empty of a father’s love.
The empty heart of a child, grew into the empty heart of a woman. A woman, now grow, filled with sadness and the emptiness that stemmed from a father who didn’t love her(?)
That woman, grew into one who tried everything, to make herself all things, for all people. In order to win/earn/receive:
Approval.
Recognition.
Validation.
Love.
Safety/security.
One day, God knocked on the door to her heart.
Go away, she said.
Why, The Father asked.
I don’t trust You. How can YOU love me when my father would/could not?
God: Will you trust Me enough to find out?
Me: I’m afraid.
God: I know. Will you trust Me anyway?
Me: I’m afraid You will hurt me. I’m afraid You won’t show up for me.
God: I know. Will you trust Me anyway?
Me: No.
God: I’ll come see you tomorrow. Maybe then…
Gently, He saught me. Eventually, He caught me. Eventually, He taught me.
Taught me how to love. Taught me how to love ME. Taught me that I was worth it, that I was worth it, that I was worthwhile.
Now, I spend as many days, as I can, sharing this awesome message with as many folk as I can wrap my heart around.
Tomorrow is my birthday. The day I was born. There is only ONE me. A priceless soul.
As are you, beloveds. You are precious in His sight. You are a wonder. You are wonderful. You are wonderous.
Live, KNOWING that you don’t have to spend another moment ‘paying rent’. You don’t have to apologize for being you.
Lift up your head. Open your heart. Be ready to be filled with all the love your heart can hold.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: You are worth it. You are worthwhile. You are worthy.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
If this piece encouraged you, share it with someone please/thanks.
I choose to see awesome. Not awful.
I choose to view possible. Not impassable.
I choose to remain sighted. Not blinded.
Life is what we make it. We see what we choose to see.
I choose to see my awesome. I choose to embrace my awesome. Even as others think my awesome awfully ordinary.
Keep looking at your awesome, beloveds. Your haters will ALWAYS take your awesome lightly or not at all. So what?!
How awesome are we?!!
Keep on being you. Keep on doing your why. I love you. So does He.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: You are awesome!
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
If this piece encouraged you, share it with someone please/thanks.
I want you to fight, beloveds.
I want you to fight for you.
I want you to fight for your dreams.
Too many, beloveds, have given up.
I used to be one of them. One of the secret ones. One of the ones who had secretly ceded the ground of their dreams.
Why?
Why not?
I was nothing.
I was no one.
I was no import. At least, that’s what the world told this black, female, loud and worthless hide.
For too many years, beloveds, I fought for everyone but me. Me, I hid. Me, I refused to champion.
Why?
Because I was a nobody, remember?
Yet, something inside me absolutely refused to believe this about me. THIS rose up, in me. THIS became my why: To let folk KNOW they were loved and NOT alone.
That folk are worthy. That folk are worthwhile. That folk are worth it. They are. We are. I am. You are.
Now, I fight. Every day. Every single damned day. I fight for you. I fight for me. I fight for us all.
Dammit, God, fight with me. Send some folk to help me. I can’t reach them all. Can/will you?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Do THIS, beloveds. Whatever your THIS is. I would give my last dollar to be able to show a million folk how much they are loved and cared for. My dollars don’t stretch that far. All I can send are my love. Crap. Just doesn’t seemed to be a damned enough! Is it?…😥😡🎤
Be encouraged. I am foolish enough to believe these words will set someone free. I hope. Hope with me…
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
If this piece encouraged you, share it with someone please/thanks.
Repeat after me:
I may fail.
I’m going anyway.
They may say no.
I’m saying anyway.
It may not work out.
I’m trying anyway.
He/she/they may not love me back.
I’m loving them anyway.
I may finish last.
I’m entering the race anyway.
I may burn everything.
I’m cooking anyway.
I might sound like an idiot.
I’m speaking anyway.
Everyone may leave if I stay.
I’m staying anyway.
No one may follow me if I go.
I’m going anyway.
Whatever the outcome, I’m being me…
Anyway.
Keep being you.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Do your thangs anyway…
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Your dreams are calling, beloveds.
Yea, YOU.
It HAS to be YOU.
Stop trying to pass the buck to me. I’m having a hard enough time trying to pass the buck to others.😁🤣
These dreams sure can be persistently loud, can’t they?
How rude/maddening.
What are we going to DO with these dreams that just won’t leave us alone?! How do we feed/satisfy them so they can start feeding/satisfying us?
My dreams wake me early. These unrelenting dreams keep me up late.
Ah, Life. This ain’t funny. What do we DO with these dreams?
asking for many friends,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Keep on dreaming. Today one of them may come true. I hope…
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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