Category: Inspiration

You don’t have to carry the weight of the world…

You don’t have to carry the weight of the world. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxgzRNtOf3u/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

♥ Heart check: Profile Maintenance.

My software is doing some maintenance. As usual, I want to be in a hurry.

I have things to say!

Life is like that, isn’t it? We are ready to do this, to say that. That said, Life oftentimes wants to speak, first. Ack!

I am learning, to learn and allow my profile to be:

Updated.

Renewed.

Revealed.

There are days, when I feel, on top. There are days, I just feel. Period. Ick!

There are moments, when I wonder. There are moments, when I wonder if my wondering will mean anything. Yikes!

There are times, when I feel, at the bottom. There are moments, when the bottom, feels endlessly, endless and bottomless. Egads!

Profile maintenance…*sigh*.

How is your heart? Be sure, to allow it to do maintenance. Be sure, to allow yourself to feel. Be sure, to enjoy you, in ALL of your stages.

Uh. Oh! Coffee heard me carrying on and needs my 💋 lips.

Take care. Take real good care of you. Asking for a Friend. He says hello…

Cassandra

I love you even then.

I love you.

Even, when you mess up.

Even then.

I care for you.

Even when.

Even, when your life, is a mess.

I’m here for you.

Even now.

Even, when YOU, are a mess.

I’m here, then, when, even now.

You don’t have to be:

Perfect.

Presentable.

Present.

I love you.

Even then.

Even when.

Even now.

*Cassandra turns from the mirror, and goes in search of others to tell she loves them, too.*

His and yours,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You are loved, beloveds. You are lovable. You are seen. You are heard. You are cherished. Life wouldn’t be life, without you. Be encouraged. You know what comes next:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

Note 2: I don’t know why, I can’t stop thinking about folk out there who are feeling down, discouraged, hopeless, lost, scared. Be encouraged. Things WILL get better. Hang in there, okay?

Why do you…?

Why do you?

Why, do you do, what you do?

WHY do you?

Why, do you think, what you think?

Why do YOU?

Why, do YOU, think and do the things, that you do?

I love, learning.

I love, thinking.

I love, thinking about learning.

I always have. I don’t know why.

I love writing. I love it’s rules. I love breaking the writing rules by not putting commas where they need to be. By using, too many, commas, to, comma, separate, my thoughts. 🤣

Why?

In part, because I have been boxed in, all my life. I have been told, as a black woman, I am:

Loud.

Angry.

Angry AND loud, when neither of those things, were true. Yes, at times, I AM angry. I AM loud. Yet, us sistas have many, many reasons to be as such.

Sadly, whilst being accused of being mad/loud, we have also been admonished to NOT be angry, mad and loud.

Why?

Not for us. I just think most folk have NO idea what to do with a sista’s passion. With, her heart.

Our hearts, are tender. So much so, we protect them. Sometimes, loudly. Sometimes, angrily. Always, passionately.

That said, we love hard. We love, much. We yearn to BE loved. Love us.

Back to my question:

Why do you…

awaiting your answer,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I HAD to tell myself to keep on being me. I was reading some obviously talented writer blogs and they…whew, those puppies tend to intimidate the hooey out of me.

The authors have such amazing structure. The sites are beautiful. Many have many followers. When I return to MY site, it looks a site! I have no bells, no whistles. There are no charming sections. Just me.

Which is precisely why I started my blog, in the first place, beloveds! You don’t have to be anyone other than you. Your heart is what matters. As does mine, yes? Yes!

Keep, exploring. Enjoy other folks. Learn from them. Allow them to learn from you. Use too many commas. Use no commas. Okay, sprinkle some in so folks can, take a breath. Just be…YOU.

Enjoy, today. Look forward, to an awesome weekend. You have done your work, for the week. Take time, for you. Yall know the next bit by now:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Real talk: Speak YOUR truth.

I can be weird. I admit it. I ENJOY being me. I enjoy, my weirdness. I always have.

I never minded my weird. That is, until others tended not to like my weird. They thought I was, well, weird. I don’t know why I allow their view of me to influence how I saw me.

Thankfully, my weirdness, won out!

Keep on being you, beloved. There are plenty of people who will love, your weird. For those who don’t care for you, wish them well. Then, keep it moving. We think they are the weird ones, eh?

Speak YOUR truth. It belongs, to you. And, be okay with your truth changing as you change. Then again, your truth may remain the same. In any event, it belongs to you.

It amazes me how many people are allowing others to speak and believe for them. Life is much too short for that. What you think is what you think. You don’t have to think like me. I don’t have to think like you. That’s the beautiful thing, about life. We are all different.

Our differences are what makes us so beautiful. We’ll have to be afraid of someone because we don’t understand them. We can get to know them. We can allow them to get to know us. We just have to keep speaking our truth. Whatever that may be.

Who do I think I am to be telling folk what to do? Good question. I’m me. Period. I shall keep being mean. I shall keep on speaking my truth. Keep on speaking yours, won’t you?

I’ve been reading things I used to never read. I’ve been watching shows I used to never watch. I have been, growing. I have been amazed, at the things, I have been learning about different cultures, races, creeds, beliefs.

Life is short. Speak your truth. Don’t be ashamed of what you believe. You can change your mind. Or, you can stay the same. Your choice. Your truth. Your voice.

Lift up your voice. This world, needs what only you can give it.

Take care of yourself, beloved. Your heart is precious, as are you.

Speaking my truth,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

I will never…

I will never…

Yall already KNOW what I am fixing to say!

We will NEVER!

Nuff said,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You will never…? You tell me. YOU decide what you will and will NOT stand for, in your life. There are NO victims here! Stand fast! Stand up! Don’t you DARE give up on you. I mean it!

You know what to add here:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

Start somewhere.

Start somewhere.

Doesn’t matter where.

Just start.

Somewhere.

Anywhere.

It doesn’t even matter what you start with.

Just start.

Somewhere.

Anywhere.

The starting of the hard part.

It takes a lot of energy to complete yourself to begin again. Again. It takes real effort to convince yourself that you can make it. It appears to be easier to keep doing that nothing you have been doing.

Just start.

Somewhere.

Anywhere.

How many times do you have to start over?

Who cares?

Just start. Somewhere. Anywhere!

Starting with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

I got you.

I got you.

In prayer.

I’m cheering for you.

There are days when it’s hard to know what to say. There are days when it’s hard to know what to do. There are days…

We’re in the last part of the year. Although,we may not be where we thought we would be, we are much further ahead than we know.

I got you.

Keep believing in yourself, and your dreams. Your dreams, can and will, come true. They, will. Have faith, in them. Have faith, in you. If you can see it, you can be it. So, can I. Today, I had to tell myself, I got you. I had to tell myself, to keep on keeping on. I had to tell myself, to have faith. I had to tell myself, not to give up, on me. I had to tell myself, this mountain will move. I have to.

I got you, beloveds.

One step.

One step.

One step…

I got you, I told my dreams.

I got you, I told my doubts.

I got you, I told Joy.

When will I quit, whenwould I give in, when will I give up, when when I throw in the towel?

After I have won, of course!

This day started out in a disappointing way. Only because of the way I was perceiving it. I changed, my mindset. I changed, my mind. I chose, to believe this day would end, with my victory. I chose, to believe my dreams may be found, at the end of the day. If not, I will keep on keeping on.

Until we win, I got you!

Be encouraged.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

And that’s okay.

I may not make it…

And that’s okay.

I may not reach my goals…

And that’s okay.

I may never marry…

And that’s okay.

I may spend the rest of my life seeking…

And that’s okay

I may forever dance alone…

And that’s okay.

The Universe may never give me my bounty…

And that’s okay

I may never reach the finish line…

And that’s okay.

I may never know the comforting arms of a lover…

And that’s okay.

I shall continue to try.

I shall continue to strive.

I shall continue to love.

And that’s okay.

Still,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Refill your heart.

Refill your heart.

You have given all you know to have given. Do something for your heart.

I spent a quiet afternoon, drinking coffee and thinking of my mom. I miss her. I used to push thoughts of her away. They hurt too much. Now, those thoughts bring me great joy.

I have spent a quiet afternoon, writing. Satisfying. Comforting. I have spent a quiet afternoon, wondering what the universe is thinking about me.

I have spent a quiet afternoon, listening to music I love that feels my spirit. My heart is being refilled. Renew. Transformed.

It’s important to refill. Refill your heart. Do some self maintenance. You don’t have to wait for someone else. Be sure to love yourself today. Take the time to rest. Leave the rest, to the universe to take care of.

I have been feeling my age, lately. I no longer wonder how many days I have left. I just use the day, to the best of my ability. I try to love as much as I can, in the day. I try to refill, as many hearts as I can, with encouragement and love, in the day. I don’t always feel, successful. I may not always be, successful. I try, anyway.

I think I hear another cup of coffee, calling for me. I think I hear some chocolate chip cookies, asking to be baked. I think I hear my stomach say, to refill it with coffee and cookies. Ah. I shall be off. Refilling, me. Praying, for you.

Being refilled/renewed,

Cassandra