Is time for us to rest. We have done our work. We have done our best.
It’s time to rest. It’s time to reflect on all that we have accomplished for the week. It’s time to celebrate our try.
Rest now.
Take care of you now.
Don’t worry about the days to come. The day will take care of itself. Take care of you. You are important. Feel good about what you have done. It’s not on you how others respond to what you have done.
Be encouraged. You have much to be thankful for. You are still here. You can begin again any time you want to. You can make friends anytime you want to. You can forgive yourself with others anytime you want to. Make the choice to be happy today. Make the choice to rest today.
Remember you are loved and you are not alone.
resting with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Too often, we give ourselves a hard time about what we did or did not do. We have done or best, haven’t we? Let that be enough…
Note: THE most important weapon we have, beloveds, is our CHOICE. Either we will, or we won’t. Either we shall try, or we won’t. Either we will do, or we wont. We will either say, we can, or we can’t.
Repeat after me:
I can.
Now, get on out there and try. What if you fail? So what! Get up, and do it again. And, again, if needed. And, again, STILL. Until when? Until the darned thing is done. Or, until you are no more. Rinse. Repeat. Easy Peasie. Remember you are loved and not alone so how can you NOT succeed?
Us humans, sometimes goofs that we are, do our level best to hold onto things. We, regret. We, lament. We try to, recreate a wonderful event/happening/moment.
We stay, in relationships, which no longer serve us or them. We stay, in jobs, where we needed to have left, long time ago. We stay, in places, in situations, in situations, that have long sinced, serve their/it’s purpose.
Time to move on, beloveds. We have thangs, to do. We have life, to LIVE.
Endings are but another beginning.
Movies, end.
Books, ends.
Our story, sooner or later, shall end.
HOW shall we leave our story, dear reader? WHAT shall be, our legacy? WHEN, will it be okay, to just BE?
It’s time, yea OUR TIME, to live, to move, to have our being. In, freedom. With, thanksgiving. Life is short. So, short. Let the endings, end! We gots thangs, to do!
Time, to bring closure, to those things which have ended. Ah, let them go! We gots some thangs, to do!
Believe/know/recognize new things have new things to teach us. Yes, beloveds, we got some thangs, to do!
Come on, let’s go. We got some growing, to do!
Get moving, step forward. We got some lovin’, to do!
The more things change, the more they stay the same, it seems. We try. We fail. Rinse. Repeat. Smh.
Summer is over. I wonder what happened to it. I wonder what happened to me, in it.
I’m tired. Have said these two words ALL year!
My birthday is next Friday!😳. 55. 55?!!
A long time to have waited, for these stupid dreams of mine, to GET HERE ALREADY!!
Just thinking about them makes me want to take to my bed. I want to be angry with them. Life would have been so much easier without these stupid dreams forever hollering in my ear!
*stamps foot*
Huh?
I’m supposed to be encouraging you?
Hhmmm.
*Cassandra scrounges ’round, in her tired heart, looking for some encouragement.*
*shrug*
All I could find were some shrugs, some tired, some sad, and some what the fresh hell is taking so long.
*shrug*
See?
That’s okay. I’m content. Even now. Even frustrated and sad. Am not sad so much as tired.
I think I hear a cup of coffee calling me. I have done my work. It’s time to rest.
Time for you to rest, as well.
I’m looking forward to the next 55 years. Yikes!🤣🥰
Be encouraged. Thanksgiving will be here, soon. Be thankful, now, for your life. Don’t forget:
You are more than, what you do.
Your value comes simply from, your birth.
There is NOTHING you need to add, to you, to make you more lovable. You are loved. You are altogether lovely!
You are special, right now, messed up, messes, and all.😉😘
I don’t know, what to do with the emotions running all over the room.
I don’t know, what to do with want to that don’t want to.
I don’t know, what to do with bills I can’t pay.
I don’t know, what direction to turn.
I don’t know, what to do with my sad.
I don’t know, what to do with my mad.
I don’t know, what to do with my writing.
I don’t know, what to do with me.
What do I do?
I write.
I give myself permission to be sad.
I give voice to my anger.
I start walking in any direction knowing The Universe will point me the right way.
I allow myself to sell.
I remind myself to rejoice and embrace the day.
I happen to my day.
When you don’t know what to do, beloveds, sometimes it’s good, to do something.
Not knowing can be used as an excuse to not try.
Try, YOUR way. Leave out some commas. Throw in, some exclamation points!
When you don’t know what to do, do something.
doing something with you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Being forced to learn a super hard position, at my tender age of 50ish, was THE toughest thing I have EVER done. It was:
Humbling.
Demeaning.
Demanding.
Embarrassing.
Just about every ing one could go through. I cried. A lot. I fussed at God. A lot. Told Him it was NOT fair to put me through this. Not, NOW, I said. I had gotten comfortable. I KNEW what I was doing! I was great at it. Now, I had not the first clue. Yikes.
Those times, those incredibly embarrassingly hard times, forced me to confront:
Failure.
Discouragement.
More, failure.
More, discouragement.
Until, I fought my way out. I learned that I was okay, even if I had not the first clue. My identity was no longer in how awesome I was, at my job. God loved me, mess ups and all. Whew!
I no longer had to walk a high wire of trying to earn love/respect through my actions/deeds/efforts.
I could talk for days, on this subject. I shall end, temporarily, with this:
When you don’t know what to do, do something. It will help to get you out of the paralyzing state of ‘I can’t do this!’. You can. You will.
Be encouraged. If you are here, with me, it is proof that you ARE doing all you know, eh?
I wish someone had told me, long time ago, I didn’t have to be strong. That I didn’t have to spend my life, trying to convince the world I was worthy of being here. I was. I am. As, are you, beloveds.
Thank you, for spending a bit of time, with me. You could be doing anything. Amazingly, you made your way here. I am honored. Life is short. Love someone. Start with you.
here,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I have been pondering and praying for all the fantastic bloggers/readers on WordPress.com. I have been stalking many of yall…lol. I have been enjoying the different blogs. If you don’t have one, consider creating one. You would be amazed how much fun they are and how fulfilling they can be. Yes, at first, it can be awfully discouraging to get few, if any, likes or responses. Do like I do and make up a million tags/categories. I have NO idea what that does but that’s how a few have made their way to my blog…*shrug*.
I will not allow apathy to keep me from doing what is right.
Not on my watch.
I will never give up on you.
Not on my watch.
* Cassandra turns away, from the mirror, and gets on with the rest of her life.*
keeping her promises,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: It’s important, beloveds, to affirm, OUT LOUD, what you will and will not for. If no one stands with or for you, so what?! What will you allow, or not, on your watch? Asking for A Friend.
