Don’t let your past keep you from enjoying your present.
Nuff said.
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
I went OFF on myself, yesterday. Egads, a sista went OFF, on a sista, yesterday! Whew.
I had been lamenting, carrying on, basically acting ten kinds of fool, remembering the time I was left alone, in the middle of the football field, cap and gown on, after my high school graduation. Other graduates had family celebrating and hugging them. As for me and my twin, well, our fam just…*shrug*…left us, alone.
They said they thought our dad would be doing something. Apparently, dad thought THEY, would be doing something. Sadly, terribly sadly, NO ONE did ANYTHING, for sis and I. I was, embarrassed. I was, devastated. I was 17, alone, embarrassed and sad. How sad.
Then, on our 18th birthday, nothing was done. Again. Again! Again, I was sad. Terribly, sad. I was, devastated. I was, embarrassed. I was 18, alone, embarrassed and sad.
I have never forgotten, those times. They shaped, who I was. They shaped, how I thought about, me. They shaped, how I thought the world, thought about me. They shaped, how I thought God, thought about me.
After that, I hid my heart. I closed myself off from truly hoping/feeling/believing I could/would ever TRULY, be loved. By, God. By, Life. By, family. By, friends. By, me.
It took a long time, beloveds, for me to BELIEVE that God truly did love ME. Me! The me, who was left, on a football field. The me, who was left, alone, on her 18th birthday.
I love me, now. I loved me, then. I just allowed myself to color my own view(s), of me, based upon what did happen. Based upon, what did NOT happen.
Coming up on 55, though, I found myself wanting to be alone. Couldn’t/didn’t understand why. Until, I asked myself, why. I thought about those two instances, and told myself I did NOT want to be devastated like that, again. Particularly, on my 55th birthday!
Then, I told myself to shut up, already! Those things happened DECADES AGO!
I absolutely REFUSE to waste one more second, lamenting about that stupid football field!
Life is short. I am going to enjoy my 55th birthday. I am going to love on me. Jesus going to kick it, with me. The Father is going to be with me, on my big day. My twin, my wombie, shall have coffee with me, virtually, as we live in different states. We shall laugh. We shall rejoice. If we are granted that 55th year. Who knows what the coming days, may bring.
Life is short. None of us knows our times. This is said not to be morbid. Just stating the obvious/facts.
Live, your life. Leave the past, in the past. Move, on. Move, forward. Forgive those, who left you in your field. Forgive, yourself for using too many moments, lamenting over what was. Keep it moving, beloveds. We got thangs to do.
yours friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: How on earth are you needing a note, after that?! And the people said:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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- π¬ MAYBE THEY WEREN’T βTOO BLACK.β MAYBE I WAS STILL HOLDING THE RULER. πͺπBeloveds,I told you I caught myself watching Black romance movies and thinking:Too loud.Too boisterous.Too Black.π³And the Holy Spirit convicted me.Then I watched Deliver Us from Eva.WHEW.πBecause suddenly I wasn’t only watching Eva.I was looking at the ruler I sometimes used to measure everybody.Let’s start with Eva.She’s intelligent, professional, beautiful, protective, loving, bossy, controlling, loyal and complicated.All of it.πShe doesn’t have to become either the Angry Black Woman Who Needs Taming or the Strong Black Woman Whose Every Choice Must Be Defended.Eva needs correction AND Eva deserves dignity.She helped raise her sisters after their parents died. Protection became part of her identity.But eventually protection sometimes became control.βοΈ If I don’t manage everybody, everything will fall apart.π I can love grown people without controlling grown people.Her sisters need a key too.You cannot keep handing somebody the clipboard to your life and then get mad because she keeps writing on it.π€£Eva has to stop managing.Her sisters have to start owning.Everybody gets a chair.πͺAnd YESβTHE MEN TOO.π€£πͺπͺπͺπͺRay begins by deceiving Eva.That matters.But eventually βthe problemβ becomes a person to him.Eva.And Ray changes.π Sometimes genuinely knowing somebody destroys the caricature we created from a distance.But Ray deserves his own humanity too.He’s working, dreaming, saving, flawed, funny, romantic, masculine and tender.He doesn’t need to become a CEO before he’s worthy of love.There’s that ten-times-better ruler again.πThen Mike.Mike has a legitimate frustration with Eva’s interference.His solution?SIR. SIT DOWN.πͺπ€£Because here’s another key:π A legitimate grievance does not automatically make every remedy legitimate.Pain deserves acknowledgment.Choices still require accountability.Then Tim made me ask:What does a Black man have to look like before we consider him βman enoughβ?Dominant?Always in charge?Never soft?Never uncertain?Why?Tim doesn’t need more masculinity.He needs his voice.πA loud Black woman shouldn’t have to shrink.A quieter Black man shouldn’t have to perform dominance.Both get chairs.And Darrell?π€£Some people are intellectual heavyweights.And some people areβ¦Darrell.π€£β€οΈHE GETS A CHAIR TOO.Intelligence isn’t the admission price for dignity.Sophistication isn’t the admission price for love.Black people are allowed to be ordinary.Goofy.Messy.Wrong.Funny.Tender.Brilliant.Ridiculous.Rich.Poor.Loud.Quiet.Human.And suddenly the Holy Spirit’s conviction went deeper.Maybe I had become nervous when Black characters weren’t representing us βwell enough.βWhat will THEY think?Why are they so loud?Why aren’t they more polished?More educated?More professional?More respectable?Moreβ¦acceptable?π³And suddenly I’m not watching a movie.I’m conducting a performance review of Blackness.βοΈThat’s exhausting.Because Black characters should not have to carry the reputation of an entire people on their backs.And sometimes, without realizing itβwe help load the backpack.That was part of what the Holy Spirit showed me.Not merely:Cassandra, look at them.But:Cassandra, look at your ruler.πWho handed it to you?Why are you still carrying it?And I knew part of the answer.Ten times better.There was love and survival inside what Black folk taught me.They were preparing me for an unfair world.But:βYou may have to be ten times better to receive the opportunityβcan quietly become:βBlack people SHOULD be ten times better.βNO.β€οΈβπ©ΉI reject that.Black excellence is beautiful.Black dignity is unconditional.Eva gets correction and dignity.Ray gets tenderness and accountability.Mike gets frustration and responsibility.Tim gets quietness and voice.Darrell gets goofiness and dignity.The sisters get love and agency.Nobody has to become less Black.Nobody has to become ten times more human.EVERYBODY GETS A CHAIR.πͺπͺπͺπͺπͺπͺπͺAnd maybe that’s what the Holy Spirit was really asking me:Cassandra, why are you still holding the ruler?π³My answer?I’m learning to put it down.πAnd maybe you have one too.Race.Education.Disability.Age.Money.Accent.Religion.Politics.Body size.Mental illness.Addiction.Sexuality.Somebody whose life simply doesn’t look like yours.Don’t perform an answer for me.Be honest with you. For, HIM.ππΏWhat ruler are you carrying?Who handed it to you?Who have you measured with it?Have you measured yourself with it too?And if the Holy Spirit is showing it to you, maybe He isn’t giving you the ruler so you can beat yourself with it.Maybe He’s saying:Child. You don’t need that anymore.Put it down.πβ€οΈβπ©ΉPull up your chair.πͺLet somebody else pull up theirs.And let people be fully human in front of you.Includingβyou.π©πΏβπ¦ΌππΏβ€οΈβπ₯πAsking for A Friend,Cassandra#YourLifeMattersToMeNote: One step. One step. One step. You are loved. You are NOT alone. Keep on beingβ¦YOU!Unapologetically His.Unapologetically yours.