I lay down with discouragement. We talked for a little while.
I asked it why it was so damned discouraged?
Said it didn’t know. Said it “just wuz”.
After a while, I told discouragement it had to go. I had thangs to do. Discouragement understood. It went in search of folk easily swayed. I was not.
I just stopped by to encourage folk a bit. Starting with me.
Be encouraged. We CAN. We WILL. Eventually. I think.😳🤗😂🥰
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Things really WILL be alright. I have just been focusing on the tossing waves. 🌊 Time to focus on getting to the other side. Some kind of way. Be encouraged. Don’t give up. Not just yet.
These storms, the last four days, have been relentless.
They have, in fact, been historic. Awful flooding. Dodging 🌪 tornadoes. 14 or so, at last count.
Since Wednesday morning, I have done my all to keep folk encouraged whilst trying to hang onto my sanity.
I keep telling myself this is NOT last year’s tornado. Doesn’t help much with 🚨 sirens going off every which way and vertigo losing its mind.😳🤯
I just stopped ’round to encourage somebody. It’s easy to want to throw in the towel when all hell is breaking out everywhere.
Hang on. Hang in there. The storms will and do pass. Hold tight, to your dreams, until they do.
I have not used these storms as permission to comfort eat, rage at storms doing what storms do, or berate myself for being tired of having to be positive whilst going through fifty million storms already!!!!
Beloveds, it’s perfectly okay to be tired of being about being about it when things are hard for a good length of time.
Be tired. Be human. Just don’t quit. We have too many thangs to do. Summer will be here soon. Keep moving FORWARD. Keep looking UP.
Hold fast to your peace. Keep standing ten toes down on FAITH. Be sure to laugh. Even if you can find nothing to laugh at save how dumb you look hollering at the storm…lol.
We got this. God has us all. Be encouraged. If you are feeling really low, it really will help to look out for someone else. It will also help take your mind off your own what the hell is this.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Be encouraged. Ah, God. Hurry. Just a smidge. Asking for many friends.
My dreams asked about all the other folks who were close to giving up. My dreams asked what if we gave up?
I have no plans on finding out. I told apathy, despair, disappointment and discouragement to get out of my face. Told them I would be back tomorrow!
I faced down a 🌪 tornado. I can find a way. Somehow.
I hope…
Be encouraged, beloveds. Even when all seems hopelessly lost and the success of your dreams are remote.
Ah, God, this is not funny.
holding on just barely, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: When discouragement comes in like a flood, hold on tight to your dreams. Don’t you DARE give up. Not ever. Have a good cry/pout but keep it moving. The damned 🗻 mountain WILL move at some point.
One to serve his/her/their interpretation of the meal.
One to partake of the meal.
What is MORE important:
The chef’s interpretation?
The diner’s satisfaction or lack thereof?
If the diner doesn’t like it, does it negate the chef’s effort?
Doesn’t the diner have the right to their opinion? They didn’t like it. It happens.
There are a million potential reasons why that may have nothing to do with the chef.
In addition, the chef needs to take in the palette, the dietary needs, the likes/dislikes of the diner and factor these things as he prepares.
The diner is responsible for understanding there may be a lack of ingredients that are out of season. He/she/they must also factor in the type of establishment they are eating in and what kind of dishes the chef is known for.
Living with one another is a dance. We all have to be WILLING to see the viewpoint of our counterpart.
There will be times, beloveds, where we will be the chef. There are other times we are the diner.
In ALL times, we need to consider others. We are all humans who are, hopefully, trying to serve the best meal we can!
Let’s give each other the space to do and be better, shall we? I have been doing my utmost to be a safe space in as many places as I can.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: This piece really has me thinking of what all I can do to be more understanding, more resourceful, more forgiving of us all.
I needed to move the television. An inch or so to the left. It was driving me cra cra!
I was too lazy. So, I spent forever arguing in my mind. Dummy me.
Finally, I couldn’t take it ONE MORE SECOND! MOVE THE STUPID TELEVISION ALREADY, CASSANDRA!!
Whew! Perfection. Shoulda done that weeks ago. I could have spared myself weeks of annoyance and strained viewing. Smh.
We can get like that right, beloveds?
God/Life/The Universe will prompt us to course correct and we use all manner of excuses not to.
Even small corrections. We like our things the way we like our things. Even things which we KNOW could stand a bit of adjustment here and there.
I am learning to make the adjustments as quickly as I can. It’s not always easy. It has NOT been fun.
I have cried. I have raged. I have pouted. I am adjusting, though.
I stopped ’round to encourage you to keep on making those adjustments. Pout as you need to. But, keep moving those things a bit to the left or right…lol.
adjusting darnit!,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Keep doing what it takes to grow/go. You got this. I love you.
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