Category: Hobbies

Make it work for your good.

I couldn’t sleep.

I tried everything.

My dreams just did NOT want me to go to bed. They wanted to continue to play in broad daylight!

My dreams were basking in the sunlight upon their face. I enjoyed dancing within their embrace.

When I was working, beloveds, I always lamented about not being able to work when I wanted.

My creativity is most alive in the midnight hours. I love writing in the dead of night. To me, it feels like I am the only one up in the entire world. Me and God yakking. God and me carrying on about any and everything.

I especially love writing, listening to music, praying for folk, daydreaming between the hours of two and four. Ask me why, I still don’t know.

I tend to wind down around 6 or 7 am. Then, ALL I wanted to do was to go to sleep.

The only problem with that was I had to get up and work my PAYING job.😳😴

It was exhausting. It felt like I was up 24/7. Unsustainable.

Before I lost my job, beloveds, I grew more and more restless. What I wanted to do did NOT pay the bills.

What paid the bills was no longer satisfying. Yikes! Egads! Fresh hell.

I prayed and prayed and prayed for a way out.

Silence.

The tornado came.

Loudly.

I find myself rebuilding my financial bricks. With no straw. 😳🙏😫🌊

I am doing my utmost to use what I have. What I have doesn’t seem to be ⚒ working. Not for me, at least.

I’m trying.

The tornado has given me the time to write when I want. So, now I get up at odd hours. I work at weird times. I do breakfast things at the dinner hour. Fantastic!

I hate the tornado happened. The happening, just so happened to have delivered me the opportunity to work when I want. What I have ALWAYS wanted but was too fearful to try.

I chose stability over uncertainty. What good did that do me? I’m smack dab in the middle of the uncertainty I had run from my whole life.😳

Now, I am using what I have.

Use what you have. Do what you can with what you know.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Perfect timing: Your due season shall come.

I finally got around to watching “Music Of The Heart” starring Meryl Streep and Angela Bassett.

I had heard of it and had always meant to watch it. Watched it and was wowed. Was terribly moved by the song “Music Of My Heart”.

Prettiest song I have ever heard and says everything I feel for and about God, right now. He really has taught me how to love, how to love me. He showed me the music in my heart.

I have prayed and tried. Tried and prayed. Cried. Cried out. For THIS time.

My time is here. It has arrived. In it’s due season. EVERYTHING shall has it’s due season. Everything.

Nothing we do shall stop the evolution of time. Should we end our end, time continues on.

I stopped by to encourage someone. Ah, beloveds, be encouraged. You shall, as the bible says, reap if you faint not. Keep on in your well doing. Your end shall be sweet.

In the meantime, embrace and enjoy the journey.

Life is good. Even when it’s hard.

Be encouraged. We got this. God has us all.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: 🌊❤🙏🔥🎹🎸😎🤸‍♀️🎤😁🥰🤗

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I am not afraid.

Fear not, beloveds.

No matter what. No matter why. You SHALL make it.

All shall be well.

Keep moving FORWARD.

Keep looking UP.

We got this. Take no heed of the darkness. Turn on the light. Be a light.

We CAN.

We WILL.

I have been saying these things for five years. I have been fighting back the darkness for the past two.

I have wrestled with a live tornado that tore up my city, tore down my confidence and tore up my illusion that true disaster could/would never shake me as badly as it did.

Still, I am here. Still. Thriving. Jobless. Hopeful. Joyful. Expectant. Resilient.

Keep being about being about it EVERY day.

I love you. As does He.asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Let your cut off time BE your cut off time.

I told myself NO writing in bed after I have stopped for the day. This may be tough. I am used to snatching up my phone at odd hours.

I am trying to train myself to shut things down so I can REST through the night.

Decades of being on call, to the universe, has made it hard to shut down.

If we are going to accomplish our dreams, beloveds, we are going to have to treat our minds much better than we do.

We are going to have to give our minds the rest, the quiet, the refilling they deserve.

Pick a cut off time and cut things off! Let your mind rejuvenate.

How can your mind do what it needs to do if it is forever filled with doom scrolling?😳🤨🤔

My body is slowly adapting to this. It is relaxing more at night. It is allowing ME to be still and peaceful as the night comes calling. It no longer feels as if it is on call.

What is the point of perpetual motion for motion’s sake?

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Rest your mind. Turn things off EVERY day. Have an awesome day today. I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I have stopped making things so easy.

Lazy is super mad at me.

I have stopped making things so easy for lazy.

I had a snack area conveniently located next to my bed. Hence, lazy enjoyed snacking in bed.

I moved my coffee station from next to my work desk. Now, I make later go into the kitchen to make the coffee. This way, I get to stretch my legs, while lazy gets some act right first thing, in the morning!

I have been pondering whether I would have made such drastic changes if not for the tornado I went through.

I will never know. I DO know that I CHOSE to make the devastating event work for my GOOD.

I could have, just as easily, chosen to whine, complain and use the tornado as an excuse to give up. I didn’t. I won’t.

I have used all this hard, to my ADVANTAGE. I have found a want to in me that I had NO idea was there.

I had not the first clue how resilient I actually am. I secretly thought I would cave if things went on “for too long”. This has been far from the case. The harder things have been, the harder I fight. For me. For my dreams.

Ah, beloveds, don’t let your lazy keep you from seeing, from experiencing your resiliency, your tenacity, your strength!

You got this. You do.

Beloveds, these times are here to show you how truly amazing/special you are!

Lift up your head!

You have NOTHING to be ashamed of!

You are exactly where The Universe knew you would be. Everything that has gone on, in your life, has been factored into the equation.

Stop judging yourself so harshly. If you have fallen, laugh, get up, try again. Rinse. Repeat.

In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You got this. One small step at a time. Celebrate your small victories!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

An ocean of one.

We need each other.

I got you.

Have me back.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short. Love someone. Starting with you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Pieces.

Pieces.

Separate.

Equal.

Needed.

We are all pieces. Pieces to this puzzle called life. Each needed. All necessary.

The puzzle can’t be completed without me. Without you.

Where are you? Where have you been? Where are you going? You are needed.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: We need one another…*sigh*.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Speak: Your voice is unique. Your voice is needed.

EVERY day, lately, ALL I have been hearing is that MY voice is not needed.

I have been told I am NOT needed. The 🌎 world has been telling me that NOBODY gives a damned about hearing MY voice.

To that, my dream whispers, still, “Speak”.

I will. EVERY day.

Speak, beloveds. This world needs to hear from you.

Your voice is:

Unique.

Needed.

Uniquely qualified!

What have YOU to say?

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: 🤔🤨🎤🌊. We ARE listening, beloveds. Impact your world. Be a light. Shine your light.

Remember:

You are worthy.

You are worthwhile.

You are worth it!

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Listen: Teach yourself a new way.

My friend taught me a lesson without even trying whilst we were engaged in conversation.

He offered me PATIENCE, instead of growing impatient or indifferent, when I went all impatient and indifferent, in trying to defend my position/thoughts.

It was HIS patience, HIS obvious care, HIS willingness to allow me to be a bit ridiculous that stopped me in my tracks.

I realized I WAS being a bit of a buffoon. I realized it was coming from a place of PAST wounds, not PRESENT feedback.

Growing up, we were raised that we had to raise our voices to be heard. There were 13 kids plus two adults.

15 folk all hollering to get their point across. Not terribly effective.

On top of that, I have a loud voice. Yikes!

I am learning how to communicate more EFFECTIVELY. I am teaching myself to apply more moderation and consideration of others.

I am learning how to be more patient with me as I work to overcome old lessons.

I stopped by to encourage someone to keep doing what you are doing. Change takes time.

You may already be a great listener. We can all use a bit of tweaking though, right?

Have a great rest of your day.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Listen…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Real talk: I haven’t written since mom died.

I just now, JUST NOW, beloveds, came to an astonishing truth/conclusion:

I have written since mom passed away 2016.

Not really. Not the stories I used to. Not the poems/songs I used to.

I didn’t even realize it until just now. When mom died, God told me to write. To write about it. About her.

For many years, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I didn’t. It’s the one rebellion I definitely kept from God. I wasn’t ready. My dreams went in that casket with her.

Since my friend challenged me to keep my pieces at one minute, and get straight to the point, the writer in me woke up.

I found myself jotting down phrases. Short bursts of feeling found their way onto the pages of my heart.

I found myself speaking to myself, as well as to others. I am calling forth myself. Where has she been hiding all this time?

I don’t know what to make of this development. I shall sit with it a while. I shall see where these words will lead me.

Ah, God, what do I do with me now?

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I don’t even know what I am trying to say or who these words are for. You know who you are.

Keep moving forward. Keep discovering those parts of you that hid during times of immense grief and hardship.

Spring is here. It’s time for old dreams to breathe and live again. Rise. We got thangs to do.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!