Acknowledge you: Goldfish crackers.

I love Goldfish crackers. They make me feel like a kid, again.

It’s hot. I’m tired. Turns out, I’m coming down with a cold. Or something.

This something, is something else.

Why am I carrying on about not feeling well and Goldfish crackers?

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I’m a bit of a crab apple when I get sick. I tend to be melodramatic and ramble on about inconsequential things.

Okay, so I do that when I’m not sick, but still.

Huh?

Whatcha mean I’m rambling so get to the point?!

Sheesh.

I don’t feel well. I FINALLY admitted this to myself, a bit ago. Told myself to go take some meds, and tuck into bed to get well.

It was ONLY after I told myself the truth, that I was able to track down my symptoms and find out I am actually coming down with something.

I felt this way yesterday but chalked it up to everything but not feeling well. I have been burning the πŸ•― candle at both ends and it is catching up with me.

Beloveds, we MUST stop running our lives, into the ground, in pursuit of this, taking care of that.

OUR lives matter, as well. Time we do better, eh? Yes, it’s important to keep on keeping on. It’s also necessary to rest.

Rest, now. We have time, still. It’s time for us to just be. We can leave the doing alone, if not for just a little while.

Today is Labor Day. Ironic. Time to cease from our labor.

Rest.

As will I.

Thank you for giving me your ear. I got you. Be encouraged. Your life truly does matter to me.

Cassandra

Enjoy you while you wait for them.

It’s Labor Day Weekend.

I’m alone.

Yet not.

I rose early, to have some delicious coffee β˜• and yak with mom, whilst she is up in heaven doing her some her.

Flopping this way and that, on my Cali King, whilst I wait on The Universe, to do It’s thing for me and my life.

Life is good.

I am good.

Yea, I’m waiting, for my posse, to arrive.

In the meantime, I am loving on me.

Too often, folk find themselves waiting around, for love. Life is short. Love on some YOU, beloveds.

Keep asking questions.

Keep doing ridiculously dumb things.

Keep trying.

Keep living.

Keep moving.

Forward.

Beloveds, these moments will NEVER come again. Enjoy, the growing. Enjoy, the bumps in the road. Enjoy, the heat of the day, as you journey towards your goal.

Try not to make the goal, the goal!

The gold, is in the TRY.

Life is so much more precious, to me, in the TRY. I can live with whatever happens or does not happen because I KNOW I gave all. THAT, I have found, is enough.

I am enough.

As are YOU.

So, enjoy your life, while you wait for your them, to show up.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Ah, I have already gotten tomorrow’s pieces written and scheduled. I have done all the walking laundry. I have gathered the trash to take out later. I have my 🚚 order scheduled to have ham and cheese sandwiches πŸ₯ͺ for lunch! How great am I?!

Give me more.

Give me more, says The Universe.

Give me more, says Life.

Give me more, says God.

More of what, I ask.

Give me more, says my heart.

Give me more, says my mind.

Give me more, says my spirit.

More what, I ask, yet again.

GIVE ME MORE!!

These words, reverberating everywhere.

I want to do, more.

I want to be, more.

I want to give, more.

It’s odd in that I am not asking for more to be given, to me. Not anymore. The closer I walk, with Life, with The Universe, with God, with my heart, the less I have a need to have THINGS to make me feel safe, loved and protected.

Ah.

Aha!

Give me more.

I shall try.

giving more,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Give more. More what? Ah. Aha! Keep asking, beloveds…