Category: Inspiration

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.*

When hard is just too hard.

God: What?

Me: Life is being just too hard, too harsh, just now.

God: So what? Keep it moving.

Me: Wow. That was harsh.

Me: God, is being a bit harsh, just now.

The Universe: So what? Keep it moving.

Me: Well, that wasn’t very nice.

Me: The Universe, was not very nice, just now.

Life: So what? That’s Life. That’s The Universe. And, He’s God. Keep it moving.

Me: I sowwy.

keeping it moving,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Training was/is ten times harder than first imagined or thunk. So what? Train I shall. When the ow hurts, a bit too much, say ow, so what and keep it moving. We got thangs to do. Don’t allow your try to head to the nearest exit and comfort spot when hard is especially hard.

Keep going. Why? Why not?

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.

Real talk: Don’t photoshop your life.

I enjoy Tik Tok.

I enjoy Youtube.

I use Instagram but don’t understand it.

I find people fascinating.

I find it fascinating how so many people are trying to present. A world where everything is always rosy and wonderful and the scenery is Majestic. And everything is beautiful and all is right with the world.

When I make my instagram pieces, I keep it real. I am breathless because I am breathless. I fight with vertigo and admit to it. My apartment is not a castle, but it’s mine. It’s dated. The balcony was painted in a horrible shade of gray. The parking lot was… I don’t know what that was they called doing to the parking lot!

It’s MY parking lot. Just because my footsteps are not walking around a mansion does not mean my thoughts are not valuable. That my words can not have an impact.

Your life is just that. Yours. And that life is:

Valuable.

Wonderful.

Needed.

Necessary.

Loved.

Cherished.

Respected.

Don’t judge yourself by what you have or don’t have. By what you do or don’t do. By who is around you and who is not. Those things are irrelevant to the beauty called your life.

You are.

Simple as that.

Love yourself where you are now. Continue to work on yourself but no you are valuable just as you are.

We are all:

Works in progress.

Tapastries.

Masterpieces.

Your life is being shaped by your choices or lack thereof. You are a force of nature. Be the force of nature that you are!

Your life is having an impact on this world. If it wasn’t, the world would not be trying so hard to convince you otherwise!

Keep loving the world. There are people in the world who needs your love. There are people who will love you back. In the meantime, keep going. We got thangs to do.

keeping it 100,

Cassandra

Note: You are loved. You are NOT alone. Keep on being… YOU

55: Looking past me.

I have been trying to look past me and my needs.

I have been working on loving other people and trying to understand your viewpoint and way of living.

I have been watching all kinds of different ways of life on youtube and on the blogs. Trying to get to know my fellow man.

People are complicated. The reason why they do things good and bad are complicated. The world or so it seems just complicated.

I have learned much. I have learned that I have been much more judgmental then I thought. I am doing my best to treat people with the same grace that God gives to me.

I’m trying to look beyond my circumstances as well. I’m trying to make the most of my life in real time. I’m not wondering or worrying about what will happen tomorrow. I may not have a tomorrow.

I no longer worry about who will or who won’t read my blog. I just write. I just encourage. How that writing and encouragement will be received is not up to me.

Understanding others take real effort and work. I choose to put in the work and effort.

This week holds many challenges. I look forward to them all. I look forward. I move forward. I choose. Choosing takes the victim hood out of life.

choosing,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Beats me. Keep going. Keep growing. Remember you are the bomb.com!

Heart check Sunday❤️‍🩹❤️.

Today is Sunday. Almost Monday for some…lol.

I used a dread Monday. Rather, what happened IN Monday. I have learned to receive it all. All things have a way of teaching us SOMETHING.

IF we:

Receive, the lesson.

Embrace, the outcome.

Enjoy, the moments.

Mon-yay, is coming…lol.

Look forward to your life.

Life is going to do life things.

So what?

What are you going to do about the things that happen?

Let’s not waste this week looking back on last week! Keep it moving. We got thangs to do.

doing thangs,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I’m tired. I don’t feel like doing the hard thing. So what? I CHOOSE to do the hard thing. Be encouraged. You know the rest:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being… YOU

Don’t let anything stop you from achieving your dreams.

Don’t let anything stop you from achieving your dreams. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CzhdVRUunZd/?igshid=ZHNlbWNyMXluaG90

Keep going.

Cassandra

Note: Drag your obstacles with you, beloveds. You have thangs to do!

Don’t be afraid to show your heart.

My heart was hurting.

Someone I care for a great deal did not reach out to me on my birthday. I was hurt. I told myself I didn’t care. I did care. Very much.

I reached out and let them know I was hurt and embarrassed. Long story short, Life had been life.

It felt good sharing my heart. Okay it felt terrifying. I was afraid at first to be rejected. I wasn’t. Even if I had been it still was good for my heart.

Don’t be afraid to let folks know how you feel. They will never know. Folk get offended and will say the other person should already know how they feel.

We are not mine readers. It’s important that we share our hearts with one another. How else will the relationship grow?

Besides, don’t you want to know how the person really feels about you? The things they say may hurt but you can move forward, and so can they.

Stop wondering how people feel about you and start asking them. If you are important to them they will let you know. If not they will dismiss your feelings and you will know to keep going.

I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I’m just sharing what has helped me. It may help you. Life is short.

I hear that cup of coffee screaming my name now. I hate to disappoint a cup of coffee.

Take care of yourself. Be encouraged. You got this. Remember, your needs are important, as are your thoughts. Share them liberally.

Let me know how long you are doing. Your life is important to me. Have an awesome Saturday.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Making yourself vulnerable to another human being is not easy. It is worth it.

Nuff said.

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Training is a beast. Had to keep it short and sweet. Have too much whining and complaining about how hhhhaaaarrrrddddd training has been!…*pout*

Be encouraged.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

It’s Fri-yay!

It’s Fri-yay!

We made it!

Just barely!

Whew!

🥰🤗😂😋

Life is short.

Enjoy your day.

Cut yourself some slack.

You did your best.

Put the week to bed.

The weekend is waiting.

For those of us who work on Saturdays…*pout*…hahahahahaha! Enjoy your weekend!

I used to let my feelings run my life. If this happened, I was happy. If that didn’t happen, I was mad. If this occurred, that means this. Smh. Now I tell my feelings to shut up. Yes, I allow myself to feel things and process. But, I move on and do not ascribe villianery to EVERY happenstance.

It’s Fri-yay!

Yiipppeeee!

enjoying me,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Remember:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU