Category: Inspiration

Use a bigger cup, Cassandra.

I love, love, love me some coffee!

Yummers!

*hugs self*

So much so, beloveds, I have been scarfing down an inordinate amount.

I have many, many, many oodles of cups and containers to contain such wonderfulment. Ah. Aha!

Here lately, for whatever what in the fresh hell reason(s), I have been CHOOSING to make said wonderfulment in a too small cup. Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!

Don’t ask me why. Habit, I guess. One day, I wasn’t feeling my usual tall container and snatched up the smaller cup. That worked, then. It sho nuff ain’t working for me, now. Ack!

Ask me why I have not yet gone back to my larger container and I honestly could not tell you why.

This morning, God tapped me on the shoulder and handed me my larger container. He told me to enlarge my tent AND my container at the same time.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

I guess the moral to the story, beloveds, is to keep growing. Don’t allow something needed, back then, to stop you from growing, in your now.

Ah. Am currently enjoying my larger cup. It suits me.

For now.

Who knows. I may need to go back to the smaller one. The point is to do what is needed, now. Don’t let fear or convenience keep you from moving up, moving forward, moving down, moving out and showing out!

Life is short, beloveds. We got thangs to do, ‘member? There is someone waiting for YOUR dream so they can fulfill theirs. Who knows? You may be what I have been waiting 30 plus years for! Let’s go!

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Okay, all that coffee talk has me thirsty. Who is bringing snacks? I think you know who needs to bring us some of her Texas BBQ! Take care all. You are much too priceless and precious to walk around discouraged and defeated. Let’s goooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Enlarge your tent, God said to me.

God: Enlarge your tent.

Me: But, I’m comfy here. I’m used to here.

God: It’s too small for you, now. It was fine, then. Enlarge your tent.

Me: But, I’m afraid. What if I can’t find another spot? What if the new spot isn’t a better spot for me.

God: Get your butt out of My Way, beloved!

Me: Geeeeeeez.

God: Enlarge your tent.

Me: What if I fail? What if I fall flat on my face. What if…

God: Tell if’s and buts to kick rocks and take two seats.

Me: Well, alrighty then. Here goes nuttin’…P.S. I’m blaming YOU if this doesn’t work out.

God: K.

enlarging my tent,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short, beloveds. Get out of the comfy rut you have fearfully allowed yourself to remain in. Ruts are coffins. ALL of them. No matter that you have tastefully decorated your rut. A rut is STILL a rut. Move forward. Move onward. MOVE! You got thangs to do. As do I. Asking for Your Friend.

Yea, beloveds, I KNOW moving forward, rut free, can be terrifyingly frightful. It can also be wonderfully delightful. Get going now. In case no one has told you today: I love you. As does He.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

There is always time.

There is always time.

To do what’s right.

There is always time.

To stand on faith, not fear.

There is always time.

Believe.

There is always time.

Love.

There is always time.

Try.

There is always time.

Do.

There is always time.

Be.

There is always time.

Care.

There is always time.

Dream.

There is always time.

Hope.

There is always time.

Strive.

There is always time.

Fight.

There is always time.

Do NOT allow fear/doubt/circumstances trick you into the foolish lie that you are running out of time. You’re not. There is ALWAYS time to do what’s right.

taking the time,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t let lies lie to you and tell you there is not enough time. You have plenty of time to do what you need to do. That is, if you get off your hind end and get to doing. Let’s go. We got thangs to do!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Keeping it real: Keep fighting.

I have wanted to give up this week.

Many times.

I kept fighting.

I have wanted to give up many, many times while the lights were out.

I have wanted to stop praying/hoping/trying to make my dreams come true after DECADES of praying/hoping/trying.

Many times.

I kept fighting.

I placed a delivery order to replace some of the food I had to throw away.

My delivery order arrived. Minus most of the food!!!!

Frustratingly, maddeningly, annoyingly, I called the store to have a new driver delivery what the original driver had failed to deliver. Geeeeeeeeeeezzzzz!

I was frustrated. I had paid for my food! I had thrown away my other food! I received promise, after promise, after promise my food would be delivered THAT day.

It wasn’t.

I was told my order would arrive at 7 am, the NEXT DAY! Fresh hell!!!

Next day:

Nothing at 7.

Nothing at 8.

Nothing at 9.

Nothing at 10.

Nothing at 11.

I called back and talked to more people. More apologies. More promises. No food.

Nothing at 12.

Nothing at 1.

By now, getting my food was like a metaphor of my delayed/denied dreams: Doing all that I know only to be thwarted by those who could who chose not to.

I called back. Apologies were given. As it turns out, the store was having trouble trying to find a driver to deliver my order. They asked did I want to wait while they tried again. And, again. And, again.

Finally……FINALLY(!), my order was delivered.

Whew.

By that time, though, I was too darned angry to eat.

I was mad at God because of the damned tornado.

I was mad at the power for going out and ruining ALL my food.

I was mad at the refrigerator for having the nerve to ruin my food.

I was mad at the food for being ruined.

I was mad at me for….hell, beloveds, I had NO idea why I was mad at me. Just was.

Eventually, I laughed. I cried. I fixed supper. I cried some more.

Today, I have laughed. I have cried. I have tried some more.

Today, I look around and see not much but am content.

Why?

Because, I am loved and am NOT alone. This hard is teaching me HOW to fight. For ME. For my dreams.

Why?

Because, I have thangs to do. I have no idea how long I have to do such things. I had best get to being about it, don’tcha think?

being about it,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep fighting, beloveds. Keep trying. It’s not your fault your dreams have not come true yet. Often, we have NOTHING to do with the lack of them coming true. Drivers don’t show. Power goes out. Things we have painstakingly gathered is ruined. Folk walk away. Things are taken away.

No matter what, beloveds. Keep fighting. Your food, er, dreams, SHALL arrive when they are supposed to. In the meantime, keep on being good to you. Asking for Your Friend….

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Don’t look at the number. Look at the number of times.

Don’t look at the number of folks who have not responded.

Look at the number of times YOU reached out.

Don’t focus on the number of nos given.

Focus on the number of times you have asked.

Don’t worry about the number of times your dreams have been rejected.

Rejoice over the number of times you have persevered.

Try, beloveds. Just try. The results are NOT up to you.

Don’t dismiss your worth due to a lack of eyeballs on your dreams. The Universe sees. Life sees. God sees.

Your dreams will do as they were meant to. They just may not reveal themselves in the matter you thought they should.

Be encouraged. I made myself get out of bed to write. I wanted to tell the words to shut it. They wouldn’t. They know I got thangs to do.

So do you. Get back to it. Yea, beloveds, I know you have done like I secretly did the other day. I tried to bargain with my dreams and asked them to quiet down so I could pretend they are no longer there.

My dreams said ha!

So, here I am.

Again.

Trying.

Again.

Dreaming.

Again.

Fresh hell!

trying for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t give up yet, beloveds. Not quote yet. We CAN. We WILL. We ARE…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I told Quit Ha!

Quit: Quit.

Me: Ha!

Quit: QUIT!

Me: HA!

Quit: Q..

Me: 🥊!!

Nuff said,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You are close! Keep going! If you were not close, quit wouldn’t be bugging you so much. Let’s gooooooooooooooooooooo! We got thangs to do!! Drag lazy into the shower with you and let’s gooooooooooooooooooooo! We got this. God has got us all. Going with you…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Would you change places if you could?

God: Would you change places if you could?

Me: This hard place?

God: Yes.

Me: Is THIS place your current will for me?

God: Yes.

Me: Then, no. I stand where/when/how You ask. You didn’t ask me to stay here as long as I was comfortable. You just asked me to stay. Here. In THIS place. Even though You have never said what/where THIS is.

God: Can you trust me?

Me: Yes.

God: WILL you trust IN Me?

Me: Yes.

God: Nuff said.

Me: K.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: There are days, beloveds, when I would love to change the place I am in. I have prayed to switch places so I can be laying on a beach. I’m not. I’m HERE. Doing my best to LIVE whilst in this place/space.

Life is short. Embrace where you are. Even the hard parts. Especially the hard parts and places. You find all kinds of gooey centers of joy wrapped amongst and amidst the toughest of days.

Be encouraged. Don’t forget to take a coupla extra doses of laughter today. Laugh with me. We got this. Tell ha hard and continue looking up. Fight discouragement. Kick fear in the face. Reach out to someone if you find yourself getting too near to depression.

If depression has found you, that’s okay. Reach out for some help. Depression is no joke. It’s also nothing to be ashamed of. Remember you don’t fight alone. Fighting with you…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Real talk: What do you do when ‘it is what it is’ really is?!😳

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❤️‍🩹

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The state of my heart this week. Feels like living in a nightmare with no end date.

I told hard, this morning, GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZ! What in the FRESH HELL are you DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!?

Hard just told me to kick rocks and keep it moving. Told me to get on Life’s case as hard was just doing as directed by The Universe and God approved EVERY hard task/thing/hit/circumstance/situation.

GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ, God. What in the heckemiah Jericho is THIS fiasco called my current state of being!?

God just laughed and told me to keep on collecting diamonds, in my shoes, as I trudge my way up Joy Mountain. He told me to take some extra laughs with me, this week.

Ah, God. K.

Sooooooooooooooooooo, I have decided to spread a bit of foolishnessery, er, joy, your way.

It’s hard to pretend things are NOT hard when nothing works. It’s difficult to make lemonade when the lemons have been sooooooooooooooo bitter. It’s tough dancing in the rain when the rain is pelting, the lightning is frightening and EVERY bush/tree looks as if it is a menacing creature ready to pounce and steal the soul.

No one has told us that you can catch a cold whilst dancing in the euphemistic rain folk are forever talking about dancing in when all of holy hell has rained down upon one’s head.

“It is what it is”.

I have said this dumb sentence a bajillion times. I say it still. Still, it seems to have taken on a life of it’s own.

I can’t work until the internet is fixed appropriately.

“It is what it is”.

I don’t have enough to cover things.

“It is what it is”.

I am alone.

“It is what it is”.

I am lonely.

“It is what it is”.

I miss mom.

“It is what it is”.

I miss dad.

“It is what it is”.

I’m trying not to be afraid.

“It is what it is”.

I’m 55 and sole money maker who is NOT making money.

“It is what it is”.

It’s hot.

“It is what it is”.

I’m tired.

“It is what it is”.

I don’t feel like writing.

“It is what it is”.

I don’t feel like getting out of bed to keep doing this hard every damned hard day dammit!!

“It is what it is”.

Ah, God.

Okay.

I give up.

I quit.

I shall STOP whining and get back to being about being about it.

Fresh hell!

Heckamiah Jeremiah Cream Pie-a!

What do you do when ‘it is what it is’ really is?!😳

asking for a friend(me),

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep going, beloveds. Keep going. Things WILL be okay. They will. In the meantime, it’s okay to not be okay until you are okay. I sure hope you are okay. In case no one has told you today: I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Real talk: Are you ready for your life to change?

I have heard a million times to ‘be careful what you wish for.’

What a depressing thought. That we should be ‘careful’ when asking for hopes and dreams to come true.

Ha!

Yes, hard things WILL happen as we happen to life. Yet, life changes. Life ALWAYS changes. How the heck else can/will things grow if it did not?

Your life will change many, many, many times before it’s over. Don’t be afraid of it changing, beloved.

Enjoy EVERY step of your journey.

I am doing my utmost to enjoy mine.

The Olympics are coming soon. I have been enjoying all the athletes who have been fighting to make the Olympic Teams. It has been joyous for the ones who have made it. Devastating for the ones who have come up short.

We just don’t know if we will make the team(s) we try out for in life. The more I grow, the older I grow, the more I realize it’s not about the trophy. Now, I no longer care what spot I have. I just want to be a part.

And, if I don’t make the team, I will be the loudest one cheering on others as they pursue THEIR hopes and dreams.

The unknown can be daunting because we don’t know what’s up ahead. I’m doing my level best not to give two hoots about what’s up there. I shall find out when I find out.

In the meantime, I shall enjoy my spot. Here. Now. Fighting to make the team.

Ah, God. I’m trying. Root for me.

asking for a friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Are you ready for your life to change? Ready. Set. Let’s go!!!!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Recovery: Ready. Or not.

Life: Ready? Or not?

Me: I’m not ready.

Life: Not ready for what?

Me: Not ready for You, Life.

Life: Why not?

Me: I don’t understand You, right now. I don’t know if I have ever understood You, Life.

Life: I  need for you to get ready anyway.

Me: Get ready for what?

Life: Me.

Me: K.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life changes. Whether we are ready or not. Be sure to stock up on plenty of hope. Store away tons of laughter. Be sure to save up some tears. Go on ahead and scoop up a bit of frustration to sprinkle on top of all the hard that WILL come. Mostly, be certain to drag truckloads of joy and smear it liberally every which way!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!