Category: Inspiration

I’m tired, God. Let my actions be my prayer today.

“I’m tired, God. Let my actions be my prayer today.”

My actual prayer, this morning.

I woke super tired. I was super tired from yesterday’s try. I think I over tried.

I wanted to see results. I saw no results.

I NEEDED to hear from God. God was silent. He was there. Silent. Waiting for ME to do MY part. To give MY effort.

I gave my effort. I waited. Tired.

This morning, even day felt sorry for me. Day, in consultation with lazy and later, gave me permission to rest today.

I told day that today and I had thangs to do. So, I got up, five hours past my normal time. Still, I rose.

I told God I was tired of living on this razor’s edge of not knowing what this financial day will bring.

Truth be told, beloveds, finances, or lack thereof, does NOT determine how are day shall be.

I had grown absolutely miserable before I had to give up my job. And, it wasn’t the job that had me miserable. I was miserable because I wasn’t 100% investing in making my dreams come true.

Yea, I was taking wobbly steps. But, I had been walking in hidden skepticism and self doubt. I didn’t know that I had the chops to face the constant criticism that comes with putting oneself 100% out there.

I put myself out there 100% in this blog. I took the leap and put myself, my dreams, my hopes, my heart 100% out there in all of my life.

The results have been underwhelming for everyone but my fam and my couple legit friends.

All else dismiss me. They don’t know me or my heart. ALL I can do is to keep presenting my heart EVERY day. Results be damned.

It takes courage to do so. I cried, like a baby, the other day as my efforts, my heart, appeared to be dismissed.

I am THANKFUL for those tears. I am GRATEFUL for the rain that watered my dreams that day.

After my THREE cries, I examined my “failure”. I turned it this way. I shook it. Hard. I peered at it that way. I pondered. I considered.

Ah.

Aha!

Suddenly, Wisdom showed with The Lord and began to point out where I had succeeded. They laughed with me and showed me where I could have added a bit more.

They joked with me and let me know it will NEVER be about the actual event. The IMPORTANT thing is the TRY.

Yes. Then be okay with the results, They said. I will.

The necessary thing is the KNOWLEDGE gained from the try.

Did I learn? I did. Then celebrate wisdom gained. I shall.

The crucial thing is our PERSPECTIVE we take from what we think has been dismissal of our efforts.

Did folk not like you or did they simply not respond in the manner you hoped?

Even if folk did not/do not care for me, for my try, I can take comfort in the fact that I DID try. I will try again.

I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.

Be encouraged. Try. Put yourself out there. Our say will come. Our day will come. In the meantime, go make someone else’s day!

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You CAN. You WILL. I’ll keep saying these things EVERY day. Until you believe me. Until you believe in you. Then, I will say it again…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Working through the tired.

My voice is tired.

Rather, to me, my voice sounds tired. A real problem when I use my voice for a living.

Since last year’s tornado, I have felt soul tired. Only someone who has been soul tired will know what I mean.

A tired, from a blow soooooooooooooo devastating, it takes one’s breath away!

I have experienced many a blow in my 56 years. The tornado was the last straw. Theeeeeeee last of many straws. Ah, God…

I’m working THROUGH the tired. I don’t know where it ends. I don’t know if there will ever be an end to it.

What if THIS voice is the ONLY voice I will have moving forward?!😳🌪

I hope not. In the meantime, I must use the voice I have NOW. Muted though she may now be. She is STILL me.

A wounded me?

Perhaps.

A resilient me?

You damn betcha!

Today, I speak. Shakily. Tiredly. Unapologetically.

I have been through some thangs. Perhaps, beloveds, you shall find your strength 💪 listening to my tired voice. Oh, I hope.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep on working through the tired. It won’t always feel hard. Okay, it may but do it anyway. Keep working your way through your goals. I am having too much fun to worry about how hard things are today. I may think of that tomorrow. In the meantime, I am enjoying my day. All of it.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I fight for YOUR dreams today.

I’m fighting for YOUR dreams, beloveds. I have committed this day to yours.

My dreams seem just too heavy. So, I have set them down for the day. I told my try to rest. I got this. I’m going to give my try over to cheering on others today.

I was mad at my dreams last night. My dreams are NOT paying the bills. I need bills paid. I am doing my utmost to not allow desperation to overtake me and my dreams.

It’s okay to rest, beloveds. You just can’t quit. Not today. Not on the first of never. Not even on the second of we can do this later.

Go! Fight!!

Use your frustration to help you find another way. Make a new plan. Tweak the old one. Just keep doing SOMETHING.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You CAN. You WILL. Be encouraged.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Resignation, you shall NOT have my dreams!😡🎯

I am angry, beloveds.

With resignation. Almost, with me. I say almost because I ALMOST allowed resignation to have my dreams.

Disappointment was loud. Hope was being awfully timid. Patience stood by waiting on MY response.

God/Life/The Universe refused to get involved. This was MY fight. These were MY dreams. These dreams were mine to attend to, to fight for, to nurture, to champion, to relentlessly pursue.

Last night, I truly did seriously consider tossing my dreams aside. I told myself I would start looking for regular work on Monday. On Monday, beloveds, I was going to start living a life of quiet desperation.

To hell with that!!!😡🎯

I just stopped by to shake somebody. Dammit, we have quit on our dreams enough, already!

Enough!

Don’t you DARE give yourself permission to dismiss you and your dreams. They matter. You matter.

Flame out. Then, get back in the fight. I mean it. We have too blasted many thangs to do, beloveds. Our dreams may be wrapped up in each other’s dreams!

What if your dreams mixed up in mine? Your dreams are much too important for me to give up.

My words may hold your key. Your key may open my door. Ah, beloveds, keep going. Even when it’s especially hard right now.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: We CAN. We WILL. We have to. If you can’t have your dream today, go help someone else reach theirs.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Ah, God. Will I EVER.

Ah, God.

Ah, God!

Will I?

Will I EVER:

Make it?

Have it?

Do it?

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I have been battling with frustration ALL morning.

Frustration is currently angry. I made it clean out the fridge and take out the garbage.

Later and lazy are smart enough to lay low.

I absolutely REFUSE to allow my feels to affect my try or my day.

I am making my day amazing. Frustrating learning and all.

I refuse to stop until I have learned something new. Good luck with that, doubt just said. I think I will make doubt vaccuum the floor when frustration returns from its trash run.

We will never know what we can do until we try to do something. Do something today.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

When disappointment lands its final blow, get up and try again.

When disappointment lands its final blow, get up and try again.

Periodt.

End of story.

Rinse.

Repeat.

I wanted to give up last night. I mean really give up!

I told myself “That’s it! I am TIRED of being disappointed!!”

I told myself I was NOT lifting another finger, when it came to my dreams.

I was done!

I was finished!

These damned dreams are much too disappointing!

They are too heavy!!

I felt like a clown.

I felt like an impossible imposter.

I STILL feel the fool.

My dreams woke my mad up this morning. Said we had thangs to do.

doing thangs,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I put my whole heart, beloveds, into something. I was rejected so much as ignored. Completely.

I feel like a fool.

I feel:

Old.

Unable.

Incapable.

Alone.

Rejected.

Ugly.

Fat.

I did NOT want to drag my ugly, fat, old, lonely, incapable soul out of bed this morning.

I didn’t. I brought along my capable, able, ready, resilient, amazing self and started my day.

Yesterday’s try is done. Today I shall see if I flame out more brilliantly than yesterday’s apparent face plant. I fight on. You do the same.

Keep going. Keep moving FORWARD. Keep looking UP. Don’t give up because the day’s results gave you an emphatic no. Tomorrow’s results may contain the yes you have been waiting for. You’ll never know it you allow your loud disappointment to cause you to quietly quit.

I will never again quiet quit on my dreams. That’s why I stormed in here so loudly. THIS is when I must be the loudest. I have finally answered the question I have been asking all my life:

When can I be loud?

When turned out to be today.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Becoming: I love you, sistas.

One of the things I am working on is speaking to different segments.

Yes, the words can be and are meant to be consumed, enjoyed and pilfered by ALL.

So, I tailored my “Becoming” piece as a shout out to sistas.

By the by, beloveds, you can consider me your sista, regardless of your race.

Why? Because, to me, a sista is someone you can be yourself with. Your sista will check you when you are out of pocket. Your sista will watch your back. Your sista will support you. Your sista will go through hellfire to make sure you are okay.

Your sista will pray for you. Your sista will let you ugly cry with no judgment. Your sista will commiserate you when you have been a real idiot.

Your sista is like a Swiss Army Knife. 🤗🤣😎🤷‍♀️😁🥰🤷‍♀️

So, as you listen, know I am talking about you.

in love with the whole wide world,

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Love someone today. Starting with you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Filling the other half: Through the years I’ve been my own best friend.

I love Kenny Rogers! I love singing ‘Through The Years’. The song reminds me to keep being good to me. The song helps me to remember that I have done the best I could through the years and I will continue doing so.

I have been my own best friend through the years. I will continue to do so.

I’m getting a kick out of this me. I love this me. I look forward to being around this me. There is no one else in the world like me!

Enjoy yourself today. Stop focusing on all your flaws. What do you enjoy about yourself? If you don’t know, find out.

Be your own best friend today.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: How much time do you spend, each day, with you getting to know YOU? Stop chasing behind people who could care less about you. Spend some time with you. What do you dream of doing? Are you working towards that dream? If not, start today. Life is short.

Enjoy your flaws. We all have them. They are nothing to be ashamed of. We work on them. We love ourselves, still. Keep on loving you. allow others to love you as well. Get out there and live. Have a marvelous rest of your day?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Don’t allow what you see to determine who you are!

Everywhere, EVERYWHERE, protections are being removed for women, the disabled, gay folk and people of color.

The government has literally labeled diversity, equity and inclusion as “illegal and immoral”…*sigh*.

I asked God what do I DO/SAY about these things?

I absolutely REFUSE to view my fellow men/women as my enemy.

I simply REFUSE to make my blog “colorblind” and not honor the wonderful cultures and country we all come from.

I will NEVER write to encourage only those who look, sound and believe as I do.

This blog is my love letter to my fellow men/women. This is where we come together, TOGETHER, to find encouragement, laughter, act right, joy, support and many things.

God’s Answer?

Love.

Live.

Laugh.

Keep on being…YOU.

Simple as that.

I will.

I do.

If you are a person of color in America just now, be encouraged.

If you are not a person of color, I wonder how you must feel about all this. Does it matter to you? Do we folk of color truly not MATTER? Is it REALLY okay for our children to go hungry? Is it honestly okay to criminalize allowing us to have the opportunity only white folk are to be afforded? What makes the rest of us unworthy?

To ALL of us, I ask:

Will you consider these words and make the choice to be a light?

That’s all I am asking.

Okay, back to my regularly scheduled programming. Geez, tho. Please share your thoughts in the comment. I could use a shoulder or two or ten…*sigh*.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I love you. Periodt!🌊❤🎤🥰🇺🇸🙏

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Becoming.

Someone becoming showed up today.

Someone powerful.

Someone majestic.

Someone masterful.

Someone strong.

She was beautiful.

I am astonished.

She was ME!

Ah.

Aha!

She is no longer:

Afraid.

Timid.

Lacking.

She CAN.

She WILL.

She needs the approval of NO man.

Doors SHALL open for her. Or, she shall kick them down!

She SHALL make life happen.

She IS making the way.

She is ME.

I CAN.

I WILL.

I am becoming all that God has called me to be. I can do this. I can!

NOTHING shall stop me from leaving my all on the field.

I will die holding try in my hands!

Ah, God. Give me my bounty!

asking for ME,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: What are you becoming?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!