Category: hope

Time: Time to kill all the time killers.

Wow.

Who knew?

I FINALLY figured out how to schedule my pieces! Now, I don’t have to waste precious brains cells talking myself into this time or that. Also, have them already written, wrapped in love and prayer and set to invade inboxes all weekend.

Which now leaves me time to watch The British Open, this weekend. For true sports folk, it’s properly known as The Open.

I also have plenty of ice made, stored and ready for my little fan cooler thingamajig.

I have my walking clothes stored, in a nice box that also doubles as a footrest, if needed.

I have also made some short snippets to post on Instagram.

I have my freezer organized.

My egg thingamawhatchamacallit has been delivered so I don’t have to fight with the box of eggs to get it to gimme here without breaking my eggs, of a morning.

I have my remotes remoting in organizers along with the odd this and thats.

I have one counter top that heretofore held ever unneeded/unwanted plastic container known to man, cleared away, leaving a wonderful counter space I now prepare breakfast at. Who knew counter space was actually to be used as counter space and not a junk drawer of some sort?!

I have done so well, my fingers are actually considering giving me TWO thumbs up. Wow. They say it depends on if my act right keeps acting right.

Yea, yall, even Egads! and lazy have been agog with my wonderfulness.

How about that?!

You better ask somebody!

Go on ahead, Cassandra, with your bad self!

It’s important, beloveds, to celebrate your wins. Don’t besmirch small beginnings. Remember, the oak tree began with just a small nut.

Speaking of nuts, I am fixing to jet.😆

I may be a nut, beloveds, but, I am screwed to the Right Bolt.😂 Get it?! Nuts and Bolts!

HAHAHA!

*hugs self*

I sowwy, yall, am listening to some Wham and ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go Go’ which has my mind gone!🤪😊🥰🤣

Time for you, beloveds, to kill all of your time killers. You have a life to live, pun intended.

Get to it, before your fingers point you towards some extra chores.

Uh, oh…’You Dropped A Bomb On Me’ by The Gap Band is on. Fixing to see if I can introduce the universe in a chair dance.

brb,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereForIt

#DanceParty

Note: Who has time for a note! Dance with me.

Consequences: Be good to you.

*pout*

Am currently, on punishment.

Scrubbing the bathroom BEFORE work.😳

Why?

I TOLD myself I would NOT wow out on some mini chocolate donuts.

Mom’s birthday on Saturday. She passes Christmas morning 2016 and I have been fighting my way back, every since.

I have been missing her. Terribly so. Yes, I am loving her, in a new way. Yet, this new normal will never be normal, for me.

I am learning, to keep living. Didn’t think I could. I didn’t know how, beloveds.

Now, I do my utmost to encourage others who just don’t know HOW. You don’t need to. Not, yet.

Start, with one step.

Start, with getting out of bed.

Start, by sitting up on the side of the bed.

Start, by turning on a light, if you can’t yet sit up.

Start.

One action.

Just one.

Breathe.

Ah.

Yea, life can hurt.

Yes, Life is good.

Even, when it’s hard.

Speaking of hard, I have to get back to scrubbing this bathroom, before ⚒ work.

Be good to you.

Do NOT allow loss or hard to allow you to CHOOSE things which do not serve you.

Say a prayer for me.

Miss you mom.❤️‍🩹♥️💋

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Hold on!

Hold on!🙏🌈❤ https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cvw7eNhIBsG/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

Hold on, beloveds!

💃

🌈

I love you.

Love someone, today.

Start with YOU!

One step.

One step.

One step.

Cassandra

#HereForIt

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Get excited!

Get excited! Your life IS about to change. Have FAITH. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvtBVvronV_/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

Get excited!

Cassandra 🌈😆💃

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Moment by moment.

It’s 2 am.

I can’t sleep.

It’s hot.

I’m tired.

I’m excited.

I’m expectant.

I’m expecting.

I’m hopeful.

I’m joyful.

I’m making deliciously corny, hopeful, possibly boring, Instagram snippets. How great is that?!

I am enjoying EVERY moment. Every one.

I am enjoying the truly difficult, work training.

I am enjoying the especially difficult life 👟 training not catching up with my dreams, has brought.

I have found, beloveds, the dream are besides the point!

The dreams, were and are, simply the catapult God, Life and The Universe, have been using, to pry me out of my sleep and slumber.

The dreams, were and are, wisely, tools God, Life and The Universe, have been using, to get me to try.

The dreams, were and are, wonderfully, the means by which God, Life and The Universe, shall walk with me as I enjoy EVERY moment.

Moment.

By.

Moment.

It’s 2:12 am.

I can’t sleep…

enjoying my moments,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I am bargaining with the night. I am asking night to delay. For as long as it can. Linger! Don’t go! Ah, night, I am not done with the moments. THESE! I must go, beloveds. Am 🏃 running out of night. Ah, the day is soon to follow. I hope. We have no idea how many moments this life contains. Enjoy your moments. Go on now…

  • I miss my stister and my brother.❤️
    God, I miss my stister and my big brother 💔😭 Wednesday, October 21, 2026 Beloveds, I’m going to tell you something about grief. Sometimes there isn’t anything beautiful to say. Sometimes there isn’t a lesson waiting patiently at the end of your tears. Sometimes your heart is simply broken. And all you can manage is: … Continue reading I miss my stister and my brother.❤️ →
  • Jealous of the Angels
    Sis and big bro, I miss you both. Ah, God, why must I pay this heartbroken 💔 toll/tax. waiting for ESPECIALLY, Cassandra #YourLifeMattersToMe Note 📝: This is for every hurting 💔 heart ❤️‍🩹
  • I almost did🙁.
    Note📝: Rough morning, but here… *sigh* Beloveds, I wanted to scream. I almost did🙁. I want to cry. I almost did🙁. I wanted to throw something. I almost did🙁. I wanted to rail at fate. I almost did🙁. I wanted to holler at the draft that makes staying warm impossible. I almost did🙁. I wanted … Continue reading I almost did🙁. →
  • Footprints in the Sand
    Beloveds, May this song bring your heart as much comfort as it has mine. missing wombie and big bro, Cassandra Note📝: It’s okay to not be okay until you are ready for joy to come for you. The Bible says weeping endures for the night, but joy comes in the morning. Til then, I sit … Continue reading Footprints in the Sand →
  • God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔
    Me: God, how do I mend a/this broken heart. Asking for a friend?💔 God: 🫂 Me: My birthday is in two weeks. 😱 God: I know. 😳 Me: How do I 🥳 celebrate without her?🥺 God: With Us, beloved. She’s with Me and Jesus, remember?🥹 Me: Yea. 🥹 God: Invite everyone.🥳🎉🎊 Me: K.🎟💌📭📫📪📬 God: 🎁🎈💝🎂💝🍰💋 … Continue reading God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔 →
  • Leave it.
    Beloveds, Fear? Leave it. Anger? Leave it. Discouragement? Leave it. Door won’t open? Leave it. Anxiety? Leave it. Despair? Leave it. Apathy? Baggage too heavy? Haters won’t leave you be? Leave it/ them. Folk won’t support/ go with. Leave it/them. Life is short, beloveds. We got thangs to do. STOP ✋🏿 beating yourself up over … Continue reading Leave it. →
  • Keep it moving.
    Beloveds, Keep it moving. Keep it up. Keep it 💯. Keep it positive. Keep it positive. Keep it joyful. Keep it positive. Keep it hopeful. Keep it keeping on. Keep it going. Keep persistent. Keep it prayerful. Keep it private. Positive? Keep it. Hopeful? Keep it. Persistent? Keep it. Prayer? Keep it. asking for A … Continue reading Keep it moving. →
  • Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣
    Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣 Note: Still  I rise. Be encouraged… Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:00 PM Beloveds, I need somebody to explain something to me. Since WHEN did taking a nap become a contact sport?! 🤣🤣🤣 I was minding my business. Well. That was the plan. After everything that had … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣 →
  • God/changed my plans, beloveds.
    Beloveds, The Potty Wars Series was meant to be delicate and tame. Truthfully, beloveds  I initially wanted to be ridiculous, and go all out on hijinx and foolishness. In consultation with ChatGPT, we had, belatedly, decided to offer a more modest version, sanitized, trading in the toilet for toilet paper 🧻, so as not to … Continue reading God/changed my plans, beloveds. →
  • Potty Wars, Part 2: Ref Pain Wins a Round! 🏆🚽🤣
    Note: Pain won’t leaf me alone. Laugh with me… Potty Wars, Part 2: Ref Pain Wins a Round! 🏆🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 12:00 PM Beloveds, I have some news. And I need everybody to remain calm. Because Ref Pain has won a round. Yes. You read that correctly. Won. W-O-N. And I am … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 2: Ref Pain Wins a Round! 🏆🚽🤣 →

Comfort: Back away from the chocolate donuts, Cassandra.

*A fierce battle was raging. Chocolate donuts sang her alluring song. Swayed, wooed, thinking of the comfort they would bring, Cassandra fought valiantly to resist knowing the very vestige of the global economy rested on her standing fast.*

Okay, so the global economy would not have collapsed, had I given in and did some comfort eating.

That said, I’m thankful I CHOSE to not wallow, in grief. Doesn’t mean my heart did not grieve.

It did.

Doesn’t mean I pretended I didn’t miss mom.

I did.

Doesn’t mean I STILL fight, with everything in me, the urge to hide beneath a mountain of covers. Hidden, til mom’s birthday passes. Locked away, in the dark, pretending the worst day on earth never happened.

It did.

So, I find comfort, today, in TODAY. I find comfort, today, in sharing laughter with mom, still, over something dumb she or I had said, to one another.

I find comfort, beloveds, in my try. Knowing, mom is cheering me on. I find comfort, in working. I find comfort, in many things.

Notice I said, I FIND. We have to CHOOSE to keep living, after a loss. We have to CHOOSE to be good to us, though we may want to find comfort in all manner of unhealthy things, folks and situations.

We MUST choose.

EVERY day.

Yea, it’s hard. It is. Hard doesn’t give us the right to hurt ourselves because we are hurting.

Truly, I may yet find comfort in a mountain of covers, whilst comforting myself with some chocolate donuts. If so, I shall forgive me for leaning on chocolate donuts instead of the love and care of God and my family and few friends.

I am thinking of and praying for all who have experienced a loss of any kind. To them, their devastation has been devastating. My losses, have been devastating. Your losses, I’m sure, have been devastating.

Be encouraged.

I pray comfort, for all.

Remember:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU.

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep going. We got this, don’t we?

  • I miss my stister and my brother.❤️
    God, I miss my stister and my big brother 💔😭 Wednesday, October 21, 2026 Beloveds, I’m going to tell you something about grief. Sometimes there isn’t anything beautiful to say. Sometimes there isn’t a lesson waiting patiently at the end of your tears. Sometimes your heart is simply broken. And all you can manage is: … Continue reading I miss my stister and my brother.❤️ →
  • Jealous of the Angels
    Sis and big bro, I miss you both. Ah, God, why must I pay this heartbroken 💔 toll/tax. waiting for ESPECIALLY, Cassandra #YourLifeMattersToMe Note 📝: This is for every hurting 💔 heart ❤️‍🩹
  • I almost did🙁.
    Note📝: Rough morning, but here… *sigh* Beloveds, I wanted to scream. I almost did🙁. I want to cry. I almost did🙁. I wanted to throw something. I almost did🙁. I wanted to rail at fate. I almost did🙁. I wanted to holler at the draft that makes staying warm impossible. I almost did🙁. I wanted … Continue reading I almost did🙁. →
  • Footprints in the Sand
    Beloveds, May this song bring your heart as much comfort as it has mine. missing wombie and big bro, Cassandra Note📝: It’s okay to not be okay until you are ready for joy to come for you. The Bible says weeping endures for the night, but joy comes in the morning. Til then, I sit … Continue reading Footprints in the Sand →
  • God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔
    Me: God, how do I mend a/this broken heart. Asking for a friend?💔 God: 🫂 Me: My birthday is in two weeks. 😱 God: I know. 😳 Me: How do I 🥳 celebrate without her?🥺 God: With Us, beloved. She’s with Me and Jesus, remember?🥹 Me: Yea. 🥹 God: Invite everyone.🥳🎉🎊 Me: K.🎟💌📭📫📪📬 God: 🎁🎈💝🎂💝🍰💋 … Continue reading God, how do I mend a/this this broken heart?💔 →
  • Leave it.
    Beloveds, Fear? Leave it. Anger? Leave it. Discouragement? Leave it. Door won’t open? Leave it. Anxiety? Leave it. Despair? Leave it. Apathy? Baggage too heavy? Haters won’t leave you be? Leave it/ them. Folk won’t support/ go with. Leave it/them. Life is short, beloveds. We got thangs to do. STOP ✋🏿 beating yourself up over … Continue reading Leave it. →
  • Keep it moving.
    Beloveds, Keep it moving. Keep it up. Keep it 💯. Keep it positive. Keep it positive. Keep it joyful. Keep it positive. Keep it hopeful. Keep it keeping on. Keep it going. Keep persistent. Keep it prayerful. Keep it private. Positive? Keep it. Hopeful? Keep it. Persistent? Keep it. Prayer? Keep it. asking for A … Continue reading Keep it moving. →
  • Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣
    Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣 Note: Still  I rise. Be encouraged… Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 6:00 PM Beloveds, I need somebody to explain something to me. Since WHEN did taking a nap become a contact sport?! 🤣🤣🤣 I was minding my business. Well. That was the plan. After everything that had … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 3: The Nap-Time Ambush! 🛏️🚨🤣 →
  • God/changed my plans, beloveds.
    Beloveds, The Potty Wars Series was meant to be delicate and tame. Truthfully, beloveds  I initially wanted to be ridiculous, and go all out on hijinx and foolishness. In consultation with ChatGPT, we had, belatedly, decided to offer a more modest version, sanitized, trading in the toilet for toilet paper 🧻, so as not to … Continue reading God/changed my plans, beloveds. →
  • Potty Wars, Part 2: Ref Pain Wins a Round! 🏆🚽🤣
    Note: Pain won’t leaf me alone. Laugh with me… Potty Wars, Part 2: Ref Pain Wins a Round! 🏆🚽🤣 Sunday, October 18, 2026 — 12:00 PM Beloveds, I have some news. And I need everybody to remain calm. Because Ref Pain has won a round. Yes. You read that correctly. Won. W-O-N. And I am … Continue reading Potty Wars, Part 2: Ref Pain Wins a Round! 🏆🚽🤣 →

Be flexible: Boob carrier.

In my walking, I have to have somewhere to put my phone.

I have a super ugly, fanny pack, buried beneath something or other or this and that.

Crap!

Hhmm.

The dumb phone, er, I sowwy phone, has a string thingie handle but the dumb stringie handle thing is forever strangling my wrist which is forever after yelling at me for causing discomfort. I sowwy, wrist.

What did I end up doing with the phone? I put it in my boob carrier r of course!😂 The wonders as a wonder bra!🤣

Life is short. Use what you have. Learn to be flexible. You have all you need to succeed, to thrive.

Stop waiting, for the perfect moment.

Stop waiting, for the perfect thing.

Stop waiting.

Ah.

Aha!

Be encouraged.

You are loved.

You are not alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

https://gofund.me/efbe8c13

You are loved: Heart ♥ check.

You are loved. You are worth loving. You are worth knowing. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvtCBtLoMC0/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

Beloveds, am soooooooooo full of love, just HAD to spill some on you.

Be encouraged.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Be flexible: Wrong order, right purpose.

I needed a new phone. The battery life of my old phone was getting too bad. I ordered a new phone. Of course they sent me the wrong phone.

Instead of stomping around and having a perfectly satisfying grown up temper tantrum, I considered what to do with the phone.

Instead of sending it back, I decided to use it as my internet phone. Now I have a phone strictly for surfing the internet and my blogging while using the other phone for business and relaxation.

By doing this I find that I have time to actually live and breathe in the real world. I am not forever attached to a phone with scrolling fingers.

I can actually use the phone as it was intended, originally, and actually have a phone conversation!

Who knew!?😳🥰

In times past, I would have had that adult tantrum and stomped and fussed and fumed about being sent the wrong phone.

I have done a lot of act right getting, here lately. I can’t help all others act in what they do. I do my work. I focus on me and how I can improve things and situations.

I make the conscious decision and effort to be kind and courteous. I do my best to make it right when my act right has not acted right and I have said or done something that was unkind or discourteous.

I have done a lot of repenting and apologizing with my family. I will be blogging more about this in the future but that here.

I’m doing my utmost to get my life clean and organized in every area. This is a slow process. I am in no hurry. Time is short. So I’m taking the time that I have to take my time to get things right as best as I can.

I’m learning to be more flexible with myself and others around me. I’m learning to be more flexible with the universe and all that is within it. I’m learning to be more flexible with work. I’m learning to be more flexible with my work.

The universe didn’t be a big favor when it sent me the wrong phone. Wrong order. Right purpose.

Be flexible with you. God is not done with you yet. Don’t give up on you. Don’t give up on your dreams. Don’t give up on your heart headed family. Don’t give up on your heart hit itself. Don’t give up on this hard world. Don’t give up. Period in end of story.

Being the end of THIS story, I shall flex my way up out of here. Don’t tell on me, incline may or may not be looking for me just now.

Shut up, stairs! Scuze me, beloveds.

*Cassandra tears outta the room, kicks in hot pursuit, Yikes! and Egads! bringing up the rear.*

Be encouraged.

You are loved.

You are not alone

Keep on being…YOU!

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

ttnette37@yahoo.com

https://gofund.me/efbe8c13

So what?: Wash the dishes, Cassandra.

It was hot.

I was tired.

My feels and lazy did NOT want to wash the dishes.

Why?

It was hot.

I was tired.

What did I do?

I drug feels and lazy to the kitchen and did the dishes, of course.

I no longer allow myself to disrespect myself by not taking care of myself and my abode.

It’s amazing how much we do TO ourselves because of what has happened, to us, in the past or in the present. Why we beat ourselves, because of an unfair world, is baffling.

Yall, pardon me for speaking so truthfully, but the whole wide world of us, have been and acted like big dummies, when it comes to self care. We have treated strangers and enemies, better than we treat ourselves, at times.

Yikes!

Egads!

Life is short and I am doing my utmost to be my utmost for His Highest(love the devotional by the same name).

So, I am washing dishes, even when it’s hot and I am tired.

Now, I can enjoy the burnt cookies. Lemme tell you what had happened…

brb,

Cassandra