How could I have known, beloveds, that and stroke would take my ability to run, walk, drive, write, and do a million other things.
I can no longer speak easily. There are days when the stroke will not allow me to think or form cogent thoughts.
As a writer, the inability to type and use my right hand to write has been devastating. Writing is a huge part of who I am.
I had zero idea that life would life on me in this manner. Geeeez.
I used to write once or twice daily. Now, I write as much as my mind and my thoughts and my left hand will take me. I write until pain drives me to my bed. Then, I rise and write some more.
While I have breath, I shall write, encourage and love. I have to. I have thangs to do.
Me: See, I’m pulling myself up by the 👢 bootstrap.
God: You are not fine.
Me: I’m sucking it up Buttercup.
God: You are not fine.
Me: I’ve been faking it til I make it.
God: You are not fine.
Me: I’ve been telling my act right to get more act right.
God: You are not fine.
Me: You’re right. I am not fine.
God: Who said you have to be fine ALL the time?
Me: Me, I suppose.
God: How about leaving your 👢 bootstrap to Me and give yourself permission to actually feel how you’ve been feeling, lately. I am here for ALL your feelings. And, beloved, that’s okay, okay?
Me:
I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.
fine/sorta/kinda, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Give yourself permission to feel how you truly feel. It’s okay to NOT be okay until you are okay.
I find myself missing my twin. 57 years is a long time to have shared a life with…*sigh*. She would have called me and something ridiculous to make me smile. Well, crap!
Allow yourself space to process. Life is but a series of consecutive moments which adds up to a lifetime. Make EVERY moment count.
I try not to use the word frustrated. I tell myself this or that is challenging.
DAMMIT, I want to ADMIT to being FRUSTRATED, ALREADY!!
My fingers, on my good hand, is acting a fool.
My back hurts!
I have five damn dollars in my savings account!
I’m broke and my back hurts 😫
Thank goodness that God gives us permission to feel how we feel.
I’m frustrated. Whew, that feels better. Think I’ll go watch some Netflix and chill…lol. For those who knows what that means, get your minds put of the gutter…hahaha!
Be encouraged. Let your heart ❤️ out of your hiding place. I love you
Thought some folks could use extra love and care, today. I know I have needed a hug and extra care. Here. So DO me a big favor and share with all the neighbors…lol
There are a million things I either can’t do, now, or may never do again. It’s hard acknowledging that.
I am working hard to focus 💪 on what I CAN do. NOW. AT THIS time. HERE.
Now is all we have, eh.
It’s okay, beloveds, to cry over what has been lost. Yeah, it hurts. A lot.
Go ahead and grieve. Then, get up.
STOP focusing on what’s gone. The eggs 🥚 have already broken. Make an omelet and keep it moving!What are you holding back from yourself because you think you can’t do it?
Find a new way. Find YOUR way.
Being forced to limit how much I can do and say is building building me new vocabulary. I have to use autocorrect to my advantage. I choose the one hand keyboard option. Who knew there was such a thing!
I am finding new ways to do things. MY way. So what if it takes an hour to put on a pair of 👖 pants. There are now days where I can’t. On those days, I give myself the permission to struggle!
Give yourself permission to struggle your way through the blessed thing. Whew!
Focus on what you CAN do. Leave the rest alone.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
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