Category: hope

It’s okay.

It’s okay.

It’s okay to fall.

It’s okay.

It’s okay to fail.

It’s okay.

It’s okay to feel.

It’s okay.

It’s okay to cry.

It’s okay.

It’s okay to wonder why.

It’s okay.

It’s okay to wonder why not.

It’s okay, God said to me.

I have been doing ALL of these things. Seemingly, all at once. All the time. I’m exhausted.

It’s okay…lol.

I wish I could be writing of other things. Soon, hopefully, I shall be writing from the beach as some wonderfully chesty hunka hunka burning love is feeding me grapes and fanning me as I read and wonder what other delightfully lazy thing I shall NOT do for the rest of the lazy day.

Ah, God. Hurry up, wouldja please?

asking for a friend(me),

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It’s okay, beloveds. Be how you are. From right where you are. Only you know what you are going through. Others may try and sympathize. They have NO idea of all that you have gone through. All you are going through now. Be encouraged. All things have their end.

God sure does seem awfully slow this time, eh?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I’m a dope.

I’m a dope.

I like to call my wombie and say the dumbest things.

Why?

Because I’m a dope.

I like to say really dumb things that will make me laugh.

Why?

Because I’m a dope.

I love to think of folks and say ridiculous things to encourage them to keep on going.

Why?

Because I am a dope.

I get a kick out of loving a world who either does not care for me because I am a dope. Or, doesn’t like me for this, that or every other reason. I still love the world.

Why?

Because I’m a dope.

I STILL believe God is good. Even in the midst of trials that never seem to end.

Why?

Because I’m a dope.

I still believe I shall find love in my life. Even after being told I’m too loud, too black, too ugly, too poor. Too this, too that and every other thing. I still believe.

Why?

Because I’m a dope.

I adore daydreaming of all that I may, perhaps, might be. Someday. Somehow. Some kind of way.

Why?

Because I’m a dope.

I choose to love, laugh, hope, give, share and believe. Even in the midst of all these terribly unbelievable happenings.

Why?

Because I’m a dope.

I’m His dope.

I’m YOUR dope.

I can’t help it. God made me this way. God loves me this way. God continues to ask me to BE this way.

Too many folk are ashamed to live in their own skin. Too many are trying to change who they are because they feel ashamed to BE.

Life is short, beloveds. Be…YOU.

Receive you.

Respect you.

Love you.

God did NOT make a mistake when He created you. And, if you are not a believer, that’s okay. You are still you. He loves you anyway.

The world is lying to folk and trying to convince them there’s no such thing as right or wrong, up or down, or yes or no.

Be who you are. Be what you are.

I’m a dope. And, that’s okay.

being me,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Nuff said. Don’t be ashamed of you, beloveds. There is an entire world out there waiting to be loved and to love you back.

Just because you have been hurt by some, beloveds, does NOT mean you will be hurt by all!

Put yourself out there. Open your heart to give and receive love. Don’t leave your heart exposed to those who have and are taking advantage of it.

Life is short. Let your inner dope out. Asking for A Friend.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Underneath it all.

Your dreams are still there.

Underneath it all.

Underneath:

The hard.

The long.

The trying.

The trials.

Love is STILL waiting for you.

Beneath it all.

Beneath:

The rejection.

The ghosting.

The dismissals.

Joy still lives within you.

Despite:

The hard.

The fear.

The doubt.

The wondering.

The wandering.

You are covered, beloveds, underneath it all.

Underneath:

God’s Care.

The Universe’ Blessings.

Life’s Bounty.

Be encouraged, beloveds. Things are NOT as they appear. Keep going. You are creating diamonds, in your shoes, as you continue to walk towards and up Joy Mountain. That which you think has been your toughest tests/trials, shall turn out to be your closest friends.

walking still,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Well I know, beloveds, how hard the way has been. Enjoy your day. Try not to focus on the hard. Focus on the incredibly YOU that is being created/fashioned/remade/restored/renewed as you walk your way through the hard! Ah, beloveds, you got this! What’s more, God has got us all. In case no one has told you today: I love you

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Adapting: Going old school.

If nothing else, beloveds, I am learning how to adapt. Fresh heckamiah!

Without the internet, I have missed ALL of my shows!!….stamps foot. The US Open is this week!!!……..Ack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In desperation, I ordered a stupid antennae so I can see about, at the very least, finding a few digital channels so I can watch the last round or two of the Us Open.

Said antannae came. Have been fighting with the dumb thing for a day and a half!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

The stupid thing will find a few channels, will taunt me I can’t see them and will boot me off the correct Input channel.

WHAT IN THE FRESH HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally, finally, FIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAALLLLLY, beloveds, I figured out that I had to turn off the Hotspot, on my phone, so the channels can register on the BLASTED TELEVISION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now, after a day of agony, I am prepared to watch some golf come Sunday. If I have a Sunday. If the stupid antennae thingie willl even work already!!!

Here is where I would normally insert something incredbily inspiring and insightful about using the tough moments to teach you new things. Or, something equally as true and dumb about using the old to bring back things you enjoy. However, ALL I want to do right now is scream at the stupid non working tv because I do NOT HAVE THE INTERNET BECAUSE TWO DAMMED TORNADOES CAME IN, STOLE ALL MY EXPENSIVE FOOD, RIPPED UP MY FLIPPING YARD, STOMPED THROUGH ALL MY STOMPING GROUNDS AND HAVE LEFT ME WITH NO WORK CHECK BECAUSE I CAN’T WORK BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE THE STUPID INTERNET AND FOLK ARE OVER CARING ABOUT THIS ISSUE SO I AM ON MY OWN DEALING WITH THE FACT I COULD HAVE DIED IN THE STUPID TORNADOES!!!!

Ehem, scuze me,…coug….oooppps.

Me thinks it is time for a coffee break.

In the meantime, beloveds, it’s okay to have a bit of a flip out whilst your life is being flipped about. I would offer to share a cup of coffee but I wouldn’t blame you for saying no about now.

Be encouraged.

I’m hoping all is well. If not, come over my way and have a scream, er, cup of coffee with me.

here still(I think),

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I love you. Nuff said.


One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Pick up the phone.

Sis sent a text.

She wanted to talk.

I did NOT want to talk.

I wanted to hide.

I picked up the phone.

I dialed.

We talked.

We shared.

We loved.

We lamented.

We cared.

Ah, God. Life is hard just now. I don’t want to talk to You, just now. You let that damned tornado tear up my damned yard!

God: Pick up the phone.

Me: K.

picking up the phone,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep picking up the phone, beloveds. We all need each other. Even when the very last thing we want to do is to reach out. Reach out anywho. Asking for A Friend. Asking for ME.


One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I can’t. I can. I will.

I can’t right the wrong(s) of the world.

I can love the world regardless of how the world responds.

I will.

I can’t change the past or what folk did in the past.

I can do my best to create a better future for the world.

I will.

I can’t.

I can.

I will.

We all make the world a better or worse place.

By our choices.

By our actions.

By our inaction(s).

I feel hopeless sometimes.

I feel helpless at times.

I feel hopeful always.

Yet, I try.

doing what I can,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Feeling awfully hopeless. Feeling quite a bit helpless. Feeling a tad hopeful.

I keep wondering when my change might come. Earlier, I cried knowing there is a chance my change will never come. Not as I imagine it should or shall or should.

I did NOT want to get out of bed. I stayed in bed. ALL day. I did NOT want to get up. I got up. I made me make coffee. I made me make me turn on the laptop. I made me make me turn on some uplifting music.

Finally, I made me make me get on here to tell you:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Ah, beloveds. Keep going. Keep walking. Rest when needed. Rinse. Repeat. Be sure, beloveds to turn up the music. Loud. Dance through this hard. Ah, God, why does life have to be so lifery right now?! Asking for many friends…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Recovery: Keep pushing through.

Keep pushing through.

Even when frustrating things happen.

Especially when frustrating things happen.

Due to the tornado, our infrastructures are all tore up. The power has been going off and on, again. Ack.

Right now, we are in an ‘it is what it is’ phase. Maddening.

I am doing my utmost to not scream and throw things, in frustration.

I am doing my best to stay PATIENT and UNDERSTANDING.

With me.

With my current circustances.

Be good to you, beloveds, as you work your way through your new normal.

NOTHING is normal for me. Not anymore. I wish I had known that my old would never again be.

Now, I have a new. This new is unfamiliar. Ack. Ah, God, what in the fresh hell do we DO with ourselves as we work with and through this new normal? We did NOT ask for this. We did NOT want to go this way.

Yet, we go. Why? Because, You need us going this way.

Why? The heck if I know. I no longer ask why. Now, I just ask for grace.

Gimme grace, Lord. Asking for a friend.

Geeeeeeeeeeez, beloveds. WHEN is this hard going to be not so hard?

wondering/waiting/wandering a bit,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I was ready to throw something. Instead, I decided to work on a few more pieces. I am doing my level best to make as many positive choices as I can. Goodness and gravy already.

Be encouraged. Keep going. Laugh a bit. Cry if needed. Rinse. Repeat. We got this. God has us all. Be encouraged. I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Keeping it real: Hard times…

Hard times…

Teaches you to fight.

Hard times…

Forces you to fight.

Hard times…

Reveals your fight.

So get up and FIGHT, beloveds!

Stop fighting against the fact things are hard.

Stop fighting with God because things are hard.

Stop fighting with Life for being so damned hard.

Get in there and fight!

For:

Your dreams.

Your values.

Your family.

Your job.

Your community.

Your faith.

Your voice.

Your causes.

Anybody can quit.

Just about everyone makes excuses.

The world gave up on you long time ago.

So what?!

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep going. Hard times or not. Yes, this message gets old. I am tired of saying it to myself, let alone you. SMH. Keep going. We got thangs to do….

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Recovery: Intermittent Power Outages.

Fresh hell!

The power keeps going out.

Intermittently.

Frustratingly.

The surge has gotten my television acting a fool. Again! It took hours to get it back going. For it’s own safety, and mine, I have decided to leave it off before I chuck it over the balcony and onto the wasteland now known as the yard. Crap!!!

I have to laugh to keep from crying. It is much too hot for a headache from tears that won’t wash away these darned power surges.

I keep reminding myself life can be just like these dumb surges: Intermittent. Slow. Annoying. Frustrating. Getting in the way!!!!

Instead of beating the telly to death, I beat the fresh hell out of some eggs and made some scrumptious eggs, hamsteak and potatoe thingamajigs.

Instead of letting life frustrate you, come and have some breakfast with me. Don’t forget the coffee and desert.

wondering what in the fresh hell all this life nonsense is about,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t let life get you down, beloveds. Find some joy in there. Dig out a few laughs. Turn on some music. Read a book. Get some fresh air. Do a chair dance with me. We got thangs to do. Life is too short lamenting about power surges you can do absolutely nothing about. Let God do His Work. You be about yours. Let’s go.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Real talk: Both things can be true at the same time.

I’m okay.

I’m NOT okay.

Both things are true.

I’m incredibly sad.

I’m extremely grateful.

Both things are true.

I’m waiting on God.

I’m wondering where the world God is.

Both things are true.

I’m super tired.

I’m super hopeful/energized.

Both things are true.

I never want to get out of bed.

I am ready to move forward.

Both things are true.

Ah, God. What in the fresh hell is all of thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss?

I want to run away and hide.

I want to rest.

Both things are true.

I have never felt more alone.

I want to be alone.

Both things are true.

I think I shall allow myself to be both things, all things, all at once. Just for today.

hurt/healing,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I did not want to get out of bed. I got out of bed. I have been wanting to write. All day. Truth be told, beloveds, I have been beating the fresh hell out of Reality, Fear, Doubt and ALL their friends all damned day. I am tired of figthing with them. Fight with them I must. As do you. Why I have drug myself out of bed, made a cup of coffee and wanderered in here to see what Mags or Craig have torn up now…lol.

Be encouraged, beloveds. I reached out to a friend who said they ‘didn’t have the bandwith for me today’. Wow. Ow. I just wanted to let yall know I ALWAYS have the bandwith to love you and care for your lives. Yes, I am tired. Yes, I am going through. Yet, beloveds, I REFUSE to allow myself to cut off the hurt of another because of being tired. Life is short. Keep on keeping on. No matter what. We SHALL be okay. Even when it feels as though Thanos has snatched everything. He has not. He was only able to wipe out HALF, remember….hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.


One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!