The older I get…
The more I understand life is not about getting.
The longer I live…
The more I know life is about living.
The more I give…
The more I see life is about giving.
The harder I try…
The more experience how hard trying can be.
I shall keep living. I shall keep giving. I shall keep trying.
*sigh*
Cassandra,
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: The older you get…
Ah, mom.
You left.
In leaving, you taught me THE most important thing to DO, in life:
Live.
Live, Cassandra.
Every day, The Universe whispers, to me.
Live, Cassandra.
Every day, God whispers, to me.
Live, Cassandra.
Every day, Life whispers to me.
Live, Cassandra.
Every day, mom, you whisper to me.
It’s hard.
Yet, I’m living, mom.
Best as I can.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Awfully.
Awfully, painfully, slowly, I live.
Ah.
Aha!
living,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I am thankful. I am grateful. I am full. Life dealt me a hand I wish It had not. Still, I play. Ha! Still, I love. Still, I try. Still, I fight on. Life is short.
Keep going, beloveds, though the way may seem and is, hard. Go. Grow. Above all…Live!
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Me: No!
Me: Nonsense!
This was me, beloveds, when I found myself wanting to get all up in my feels because life was being mean. Or, so I thought/said/whined/complained.
It’s important, beloveds, to not allow your feels to run your life.
Otherwise, your feels will have you all up in your feelings. You will begin to say:
No way.
I don’t know how.
It’s hopeless.
I am hopeless.
It’s imperative to tell your feels NO, and absolutely NOT, when they want to act a fool and act like all is lost. All is NOT lost. Some things may be hard, at the moment. Other things, may have been removed, but ALL is NOT lost.
Tell your feels:
No!
So what?
Keep going.
Boo hoo!
Then, get back to:
Living.
Loving.
Hoping.
Life can and does happen. So what, beloveds? What are YOU going to do about it? Stop carrying on and start happening to your life! Life is not always fair. So what? Boo hoo. Now, happy? I have cried for you. I have played a little violin for you. I know, this sounds hard/harsh. And? Life is short. Hard/harsh is NOT a crime, you know.
I have been snatching my feels, by the collar, and letting them know….well, NO. You will NOT run my life. I do. It’s okay, to feel things. Just not the best choice to allow your feels to run you ragged doing things that do not serve you. Be encouraged, though. You got me. How terrible can your life be knowing this amazing factoid!?
Here,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Be encouraged. Everything will be alright. Remember you are loved and not alone. Keep being you.
Improve.
Your try.
Improve.
Your mind.
Improve.
Your work.
Improve.
Your care.
How?
Try.
Think.
Work.
Care.
Seems like folk are looking to and waiting for others to tell them how to think/feel/do. Make your own decisions. Think for yourself.
You will make mistakes? So what? That’s what happens when you make decisions. You will also succeed. In any event, fail from the choices you make and not from the choices of others.
Last weekend training I had a partner. This coming week, I will flop on my own. It’s part of the training. It’s part of the growing. It’s part of life. I will try. I will improve. How about you?
improving,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Improve.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being… YOU
Ah, Sunday.
We greet you. We shall enjoy YOU.
We promise to enjoy you, ALL day.
We shall NOT fret about your fellow mate, Monday. We shall greet Monday, on it’s day.
We promise not to tote tomorrow’s worry, into today.
We promise not to worry about the coming of Monday. Ah, Monday, we shall enjoy you when you get here. You will have much to say and show us.
How is your heart, beloveds? Well, I am hoping. If not, what’s the matter? Talk to someone. Don’t dismiss your heart and concerns. If it’s important to you, it’s important to The Universe.
Enjoy your day. Embrace the life you have. It’s yours. You only get the one. Our time is finite. That’s fine. Enough time to love someone. Starting with you.
Be encouraged.
Ah, beloveds, you on my mind today, early, as ever and always. Why? Why not you? I love you. Loving you for A Friend…
hopeful,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: What are you doing here still? Get to loving on this world. All hands on deck people!😍🥰
I write weird.
Okay, so I don’t think it weird.
Just me.
The world does not seem to care for folks being them.
So what?
Keep being you.
Write.
Weirdly.
Your way.
writing weirdly for no reason,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Don’t let this world scare you into being everyone else but you. This world needs your weird…lol.😆
In case no one has told you: I love you. Nuff said. Love someone. Starting with you.
You are loved and you are not alone.
Early, I am.
Saturday, I come for thee.
Early, I come.
World, you shall NOT dismiss me.
I shall:
Love you.
Pray for you.
Hope for you.
Laugh at you.
Cheer for you.
Encourage you.
Rejoice with you.
Love me.
Love me not.
So what?
There is the whole of you, world, waiting/needing to be loved. I shall do my part. I can not help what my neighbor shall/shall not do. Ah! I shall start by loving my neighbor.
Early, I am, neighbor…
loving my neighbor as myself,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Life is short. It looks like the world has truly gone mad and has lost it’s way. The world is trying to convince us there is no right and wrong. That love of others is old-fashioned. That living with integrity is woke. I choose to be woke. Smh. Folks are running around using the word woke like it’s a dirty word. Another subject for another day. Love someone, please. Asking for A Friend.
“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.*
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?
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.
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