Note: I have been battling with frustration ALL morning.
Frustration is currently angry. I made it clean out the fridge and take out the garbage.
Later and lazy are smart enough to lay low.
I absolutely REFUSE to allow my feels to affect my try or my day.
I am making my day amazing. Frustrating learning and all.
I refuse to stop until I have learned something new. Good luck with that, doubt just said. I think I will make doubt vaccuum the floor when frustration returns from its trash run.
We will never know what we can do until we try to do something. Do something today.
When disappointment lands its final blow, get up and try again.
Periodt.
End of story.
Rinse.
Repeat.
I wanted to give up last night. I mean really give up!
I told myself “That’s it! I am TIRED of being disappointed!!”
I told myself I was NOT lifting another finger, when it came to my dreams.
I was done!
I was finished!
These damned dreams are much too disappointing!
They are too heavy!!
I felt like a clown.
I felt like an impossible imposter.
I STILL feel the fool.
My dreams woke my mad up this morning. Said we had thangs to do.
doing thangs, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I put my whole heart, beloveds, into something. I was rejected so much as ignored. Completely.
I feel like a fool.
I feel:
Old.
Unable.
Incapable.
Alone.
Rejected.
Ugly.
Fat.
I did NOT want to drag my ugly, fat, old, lonely, incapable soul out of bed this morning.
I didn’t. I brought along my capable, able, ready, resilient, amazing self and started my day.
Yesterday’s try is done. Today I shall see if I flame out more brilliantly than yesterday’s apparent face plant. I fight on. You do the same.
Keep going. Keep moving FORWARD. Keep looking UP. Don’t give up because the day’s results gave you an emphatic no. Tomorrow’s results may contain the yes you have been waiting for. You’ll never know it you allow your loud disappointment to cause you to quietly quit.
I will never again quiet quit on my dreams. That’s why I stormed in here so loudly. THIS is when I must be the loudest. I have finally answered the question I have been asking all my life:
One of the things I am working on is speaking to different segments.
Yes, the words can be and are meant to be consumed, enjoyed and pilfered by ALL.
So, I tailored my “Becoming” piece as a shout out to sistas.
By the by, beloveds, you can consider me your sista, regardless of your race.
Why? Because, to me, a sista is someone you can be yourself with. Your sista will check you when you are out of pocket. Your sista will watch your back. Your sista will support you. Your sista will go through hellfire to make sure you are okay.
Your sista will pray for you. Your sista will let you ugly cry with no judgment. Your sista will commiserate you when you have been a real idiot.
Your sista is like a Swiss Army Knife. 🤗🤣😎🤷♀️😁🥰🤷♀️
Note: My dreams used to be heavy. They used to feel hopeless. Not anymore. They seem possible. I wonder if there is a pot of gold at the end of my rainbow. I’m going to do the best I can to find out.
Wow, was I just a big dummy just now….hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!
I have been listening to some uplifting music videos, on the television, while also working on some pieces and looking at an uplifting video, by Myles Monroe, who was talking about how to receive God’s Promises and talking about prayer, on the laptop.
Anywho, he had said something super motivating and I wanted to replay what he said. Instead of reaching for the mouse I, ehem, ooops, reached for the television remote and grew frustrated pressing buttons to rewind the computer!
I love Kenny Rogers! I love singing ‘Through The Years’. The song reminds me to keep being good to me. The song helps me to remember that I have done the best I could through the years and I will continue doing so.
I have been my own best friend through the years. I will continue to do so.
I’m getting a kick out of this me. I love this me. I look forward to being around this me. There is no one else in the world like me!
Enjoy yourself today. Stop focusing on all your flaws. What do you enjoy about yourself? If you don’t know, find out.
Be your own best friend today.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: How much time do you spend, each day, with you getting to know YOU? Stop chasing behind people who could care less about you. Spend some time with you. What do you dream of doing? Are you working towards that dream? If not, start today. Life is short.
Enjoy your flaws. We all have them. They are nothing to be ashamed of. We work on them. We love ourselves, still. Keep on loving you. allow others to love you as well. Get out there and live. Have a marvelous rest of your day?
Everywhere, EVERYWHERE, protections are being removed for women, the disabled, gay folk and people of color.
The government has literally labeled diversity, equity and inclusion as “illegal and immoral”…*sigh*.
I asked God what do I DO/SAY about these things?
I absolutely REFUSE to view my fellow men/women as my enemy.
I simply REFUSE to make my blog “colorblind” and not honor the wonderful cultures and country we all come from.
I will NEVER write to encourage only those who look, sound and believe as I do.
This blog is my love letter to my fellow men/women. This is where we come together, TOGETHER, to find encouragement, laughter, act right, joy, support and many things.
God’s Answer?
Love.
Live.
Laugh.
Keep on being…YOU.
Simple as that.
I will.
I do.
If you are a person of color in America just now, be encouraged.
If you are not a person of color, I wonder how you must feel about all this. Does it matter to you? Do we folk of color truly not MATTER? Is it REALLY okay for our children to go hungry? Is it honestly okay to criminalize allowing us to have the opportunity only white folk are to be afforded? What makes the rest of us unworthy?
To ALL of us, I ask:
Will you consider these words and make the choice to be a light?
That’s all I am asking.
Okay, back to my regularly scheduled programming. Geez, tho. Please share your thoughts in the comment. I could use a shoulder or two or ten…*sigh*.
While I am working on my dreams, beloveds, I am doing my best to support other folk’s dreams.
In so doing, this has taken some of the hard out of my try. Rather, I’m focusing less on the hard, and more on just BEING.
I just enjoyed writing this morning. I wasn’t concerned about who would stop by. I didn’t fret about who would care about what I had to say.
I wrote. I cared. I enjoyed the writing. I thoroughly enjoyed caring about and praying for folk.
When I was done I prayed:
God, here are my three fishes and loaves of bread. Would you please multiple them, just as Jesus did, when He fed all those people? Help me make a difference. Bless the words You have given me. Help me to remember I am more than what I do. Thank You for caring for us all. Help us to care for one another. Help us make our dreams come true. Amen and Amen.
EVERY day, I ask for blessings for EVERY heart that stops by. I pray for those who shall never come this way.
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 