Category: Inspiration

Your try is NEVER wasted.

I am redoing things this evening. ALL over again. I had just spent an entire afternoon working on things that disappeared. Again. Smh.

I didn’t waste time fretting about it. I decided I would do some new things. I chose to start again. Again. I decided not to wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow may have other things in store.

So, I am working on things. Again. I am working on me. Again. Those things were not wasted. Just because they have been hidden, my try has already stored up great things for me.

Who knows what these new pieces shall bring me that the hidden ones didn’t/can’t/wouldn’t? Beats me. I just know I am doing what I can do.

I messed around and pressed something and now the page is all wonky. So what. I am writing. Still. The words are the important thing. I am NOT going to spend half an hour trying to unfix what I have apparently messed up…*shrug*.

As you well know, beloveds, I am going to turn my mishap into something terribly inspiring and remind you to keep on keeping on no matter that the STUPID LAPTOP IS DOING DUMB THINGS I CAN NOT FIGURE OUT AND IT’S DRIVING ME CRA CRA!!!!!

Oooops….scuze me…ehem.

Life is short. Laugh at the mishaps. Then, continue happening to life. Don’t forget, we got thangs to do.

doing thangs with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Allow ALL things to work for your good, beloveds. Even the frustrating things. Especially those. No need for frustration to have ALL the fun, eh? We got this. Life has us all…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

You are more than a survivor.

You are more than a survivor.

You are more than a conqueror.

You are more than your worst mistake.

You are more than your financial net worth.

You are more than your expectations.

You are more than the world’s expectations.

You are more than your family’s expectations.

You are more than you hope for.

You are more than you could possibly dream you can be.

Keep on being the more that you are.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You are NOT a victim. Things have happened to you. You have and are overcoming them. You are NOT those things. You are soooooooooooooooooo much more, beloveds. Keep on being you. Don’t be ashamed of the you that you are now. Yes, you are growing. Love THIS you. Now. Here. In THIS moment. Don’t wait until you have done the thing, to love you. Love you NOW. You are beautiful in EVERY stage. This is but a stage in your life.

Own your stage. Get your groove on. Laugh. Dance. Sing. Badly. Just keep on being. Asking for A Friend. In case no one has told you today: You are magnificent! I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Don’t be afraid to begin again.

Don’t be afraid to begin again.

And again.

And again.

As many times as it takes, beloveds.

I had a ton of pieces disappear.

Again.

So, I am writing new ones.

Again.

If those disappear, I shall write again.

And again.

And again.

Life has taught me how to fight back.

For ME.

I scrap hard for me, now. I absolutely refuse to give up on me.

Not anymore. I AM worth the try, beloveds. I am. So are you.

Keep on fighting for YOU. No matter what. No matter what happens. No matter how many times you have to start over.

Don’t be afraid to start again, again.

Do NOT be afraid to begin again!

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You got this. Use frustration as your fuel. REFUSE to allow frustration to turn into anger and inaction. Keep it moving. Laugh. Begin again. 50 times, today, if need be. We got thangs to do. Keep on doing your thangs. The outcome is not up to us. Be encouraged. Keep going. I go with you. The Universe goes with us all.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

What does success look like for you, TODAY?

What does success look like for you, TODAY?

Success can mean many things. Success can change.

Today, success meant getting out of bed, writing some pieces, yakking with fam, encouraging folk, hanging out with God.

What will success look like for me, tomorrow? I have no idea. I shall have to wait and find out.

Yesterday, success was simply surviving the day. I was troubled/sad because I had been praying and praying and praying and SEEING no movement. I pouted. I prayed. I fussed. I prayed. Finally, I decided I had done my work. I tried. I prayed. I decided to leave the outcome to my prayers and go about the rest of my day.

What does success look like for YOU, beloveds? TODAY? Success for you. Are you moving closer to your goals? Have you rested a bit? Have you gotten in your ‘me’ time? Have you encouraged yourself? Have you allowed yourself to enjoy your day? Have you given yourself permission to daydream?

If not, what are you waiting for?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Success takes many forms. The world would have you think success is having a bajillion dollars in the bank whilst the entirety of the world claps for you and thinks you are the bomb.com twenty-four hours of every day. Life, and the rest of us, knows this is not true.

What does success look like for you, today? Get your success in. Then, get on enjoying your day.

When I was working, I found myself terribly unhappy/miserable because ALL I wanted to be doing was writing and encouraging folk. Now, I can and am doing just that! How satisfying. Now, I am just waiting for God/Life/The Universe to monetize my gifts and show me how to do so.

Until then, beloveds, guess yall are getting a bargain and getting me for free. How blessed are you!…..hahahahahahahahahahahaha.

I love you. I am rooting for you. I am praying great things for your lives. Be encouraged, K?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

What’s so wrong with being wrong?

What’s so wrong with being wrong?

Who says we have to get it right EVERY time?

What’s wrong with telling someone they are wrong when they are wrong?

How else will they/we ever get things right?

What’s so wrong with making mistakes?

How else will we ever learn or grow?

I no longer mind being wrong.

That’s what erasers are for.

I long for the days when folk gave grace and understanding to folk who made mistakes. I think I shall side with those who are not afraid to get it wrong.

How about you?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It’s a good thing I don’t mind messing up. I have done lots of that this year.😁🤣🥰

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Loving you. Loving me.

I don’t know how many days I have left.

That said, I know how I shall spend each one:

Loving you.

Loving me.

I don’t know how many mistakes I shall make.

That said,  I know what I shall continue to do:

Loving you.

Loving me.

I don’t know if I shall ever be chosen.

That said, I know what I will keep doing:

Loving you.

Loving me.

I don’t know if I will ever see my dreams to fruition/completion.

That said, I know that I will continue:

Loving you.

Loving me.

I may leave this world with nary a penny to my name.

That said, I shall, with arms outstretched, fulfilled, contentedly keep:

Loving you.

Loving me.

*Cassandra turns from the mirror, promising to remember these words always*

loving me,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Every since the tornado, I have wondered if God might have gotten more use from life had He given some of my hours to another or others.

I have looked at my life, wondering what possible use MY 55 years have wrought for His Kingdom.

I have wondered what the world The Universe saw in ME, to have spared my life and gave me words to give.

Like a fool, I give words that seem inadequate. Still, my why says they are needed. Why?

Because, there are others who believe, as foolishly as I sometimes think, that there lives, their words, their hopes and dreams truly do not matter.

They do. You do. I do.

This world lies. It tells us our worth is tied up in things. It shouts our value can only be found in how much we can produce.

Nothing could be farther from the truth.

You matter.

I matter.

WE matter.

Beloveds, I don’t know much.

That said, two things I do know. For the rest of my days, I shall continue:

Loving you.

Loving me.

Do the same, would you please?

Asking for A Friend.

Someone needs to KNOW his/her/their life has value. Is it you? If so, hear me when I say:

God SEES you.

God LOVES you.

God CARES DEEPLY for your life.

Keep going. Keep believing in love. Love is there for you. I shall keep believing and praying for every heart which has been callused by misuse or indifference. Your heart SHALL be healed. Be encouraged. 💝

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Do.

Do.

Whatever it takes to make your day happen.

Do.

What you can to see your dreams come true.

Do.

Whatever is needed to keep your keeping on keeping on.

Do.

Something.

Every day.

Don’t let ONE day pass, beloveds, without your having done SOMETHING. The something is of no import. The important thing is to DO.

Do, beloveds. Your life won’t happen until you do…lol

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Um, you are supposed to be doing something, remember? Asking for A Friend. In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Real talk: Can I be honest with you?

Can I be honest with you, beloveds?

I soooooooooooooooooooo almost gave up.

Not on God.

Not on you.

On ME.

I was sooooooooooooooooooooo angry.

With me.

Why?

Because, the tornado scared me so badly I couldn’t return to work. I STILL am not ready to pretend the world is right side up and do something mundane like take care of every day life things.

I hear the roaring of the tornado. Still. I hear the racing, of my heart. Still. I hear the silence of everything that was snatched up. Still.

I keep trying to make a deal with The Universe. Just leave this one, old lady alone and she will do the same. Just leave her to doing the same old same old. Take these stupid, loud dreams, of hers and leave her to the old, tired comfortableness of sameness.

Ha! That’s what The Universe said to me. It’s kind of hard, beloveds, to give up when The Universe screams Ha! all up in your face. Kind of makes one get some act right. Kind of makes one want to say Ha!

Ha! That’s what I told old.

Ha! That’s what I told unknown.

Ha! That’s what I told 55.

I think I will listen to The Universe. Comfortable has cost me too much. Comfortable has left me lonely. Comfortable has caused me too much heartache/grief from not pursuing my dreams with everything within me.

Now, I squeeze every once of me out of my days. I am looking for my dreams everywhere. Dammit, dreams, where in the holy heckamiah are you hiding?!!

Whew! I managed to snatch my dreams from the jowels of despair/defeat.

I find it maddening how easy it can be to scare the begeez out of our dreams. This is why we MUST continue to feed them. Why we MUST continually encourage them and ourselves. Whether we feel like it or not.

Real talk, beloveds, choosing to ALWAYS choose to stay positive is positively exhausting, at times. Keep at it, though. There is too much wonderful in you.

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Hang in there. There is so much hard going on, right now. This too SHALL pass. It will. In the meantime, be good to you. Be honest with you. Be prepared to put down your pride and reach out for support. Then, rest. You are doing all you know. Be okay with that, okay? In case no one has told you today: You are magnificent. Also, you are loved.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

With everything within me.

A war is waging.

Deep inside.

No idea who/what is winning.

I know I am tired of this internal battle. I would like to live a boring life where I cared not for a thing but paying bills, being comfortable, getting through. Yep, I sure wish my heart would allow me to live a boring damned life already!!!!

Dammit. I detest swearing. Shhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiit.

Ah, beloveds, I wish I wasn’t a writer. I wish words would have never nestled deep within. I wished those same words would stay buried, would stay silent, would leave me the hell alone.

Not knowing what to DO with these damned words is damnably hard. What if I don’t say them? What if I do? I am tired of the unknown.

GGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ.

The Universe woke me. Said someone needed my words. Their why is mixed up with my words. And, my why is mixed up with their dreams. Ack and what in the fresh hell!!?

Anyway, beloveds, I am stopping by to encourage SOMEBODY to keep on keeping on. Don’t give up. Not just yet. Your dreams are yet to be fulfilled. So are mine. I wish they would hurry.

I think the tornado has sucked every rational thought from my brain. Now, all my brain can think of is waiting for SOMETHING/SOMEONE to….I don’t even know what I am waiting for. Yet, my heart knows. Ack.

If I am not making sense, don’t blame me. The Universe has come and turned my world upside down. My heart is seeking the unknown. I want to run back to what has always been comfortable.

I shall be 56 soon. What shall 56 bring? Who knows. God does and He ain’t telling. Fresh hell.

For some reason, someone, somewhere needed these particular words. Take them. In return, can you bring me my dreams?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged. If we weren’t close to our miracles hard wouldn’t be fighting us so hard. Keep going. In the meantime, keep on being good to you. Put on some uplifting music. Read a book. Watch a comedy. Crawl up on The Father’s Lap and bore Him with ALL your cares as I plan on doing. Who is with me?

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Hey world, I need to give you…

Hey world, I need to give you…

World I’m 📢 :

Annoyed with you. You have been telling us lies, for the entirety of our lives.

You have called black, white.

You have said up, was down.

You have called this, that.

You have called write, wrong.

You have convinced folk to:

👉 Point the finger, instead of extend the 🤝 hand.

Choose hate, over love.

Bearing arms, instead of bearing arm’s❤️‍🩹.

Broken barriers, instead of building/mending fences.

Fear diversity, instead of embracing differences.

I’m keeping it 💯, world.

I am so damned loud, in part, because of you. I am doing my best to let the whole of the world know each are:

Seen.

Heard.

Loved.

Valued.

Not alone.

You shall NOT overcome us, world. You, in fact, have been overcome.

Keep folks names out of your mouth!

Leave folks be so they can just be!

Take your expectations, world, and:

Kick rocks!

Take TWO seats!

Be afraid. Be very afraid!

We are coming for you, world.

I’m keeping it a buck with you!

Enough!

keeping it a buck,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Sometimes, beloveds, one needs to take a stand. Ha! Keeping it 100…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!