Beloveds, the world π is forever telling us what we are not:
Black folk are not qualified because they are not intelligent.
White folk are entitled to it because they are white, not because they earned it.
Women are to be seen and not heard.
The young are to be seen and not heard.
Old folk are no longer important enough to be seen or heard.
Gay folk are not to be seen or heard from.
Transfer folk…they are not to exist.
Republicans are hateful fools who vote against their own interests.
Democrats are woke idiots who need to owned.
Rich folk are too rich to be bothered by common folk.
Poor folk are too busy worrying about finding/keeping a roof over their heads to think about being seen or heard.
Beloveds, I see you. I hear you. I just stopped by to tell you that I love you and that I care for your life.
Be encouraged. Be a light in all of this darkness. Lift up your head. Be YOU. Do your best to love others. Especially those who don’t look like you, who don’t talk like you, who don’t live where you live, who don’t have what you have.
Life is short. Stop looking at your neighbor as your enemy. Stop making yourself an enemy through hatred, misogyny or fear.
Karma is a real bitch. She is fixing to dish out some FAFO to those in need of it.
Life is short. Shine your light. The darkness can not stand once the lights get turned on.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I am beyond all the hateful/hurtful rhetoric being tossed around the π world. Enough! I’m tired of the hateful/harmful words being tossed about from every community. Enough!
Excuse me, beloveds, whilst I have a brief but immensely satisfying, virtual temper tantrum…
Whew!
It was either throw a virtual temper tantrum or throw my laptop over the balcony railing…*pout*.
I have been working on the first piece I am planning to upload to YouTube.
I pressed record. I spoke. For 30 some odd minutes.
I exported said recording. I played it back to make sure all the captions showed…*sigh*.
All was well for 13 minutes.
13 minutes?! Surely not?π³π€
Surely, sadly, the next 17 minutes were greeted with silence as the rest of the πΉ video image continued to roll.
I tried everything that I didn’t know to find 17 minutes worth of lost words and emotions.
Heckamiah Jeremiah! Crap!!!!! OMG!!!
The story of my damned life this last year!!…*stamps foot*.
I decided to use the energy from my mad π‘ to work on a piece to encourage folk when they have lost WORDS THEY HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND FOR A BLASTED YEAR AND NOW THEY ARE GONE LIKE THE JOB I NO LONGER HAVE AND EMPTY BANK ACCOUNT LAUGHING IN MY
BROKE FACE!!
I am learning not to live in my feels. I am learningΒ to not waste too much time lamenting over what I have lost.
I am learning to reframe loss. This was just another practice session. This was an opportunity to learn the software. This was a chance to see that I COULD speak, extemporaneous, for 30 minutes.
The ONLY way to learn is to go ahead and learn.
I am learning HOW. I am learning how to be PATIENT as I learning.
I AM learning. That’s the point, isn’t it? I can’t give out what I haven’t received for myself.
Be encouraged. Use ALL your day to make your day. Even the frustrating portions.
I promised myself I wouldn’t stop until I learned. I have. I’ve done my try. I have put in another day’s of working on my dreams. This is enough for me.
I’m fixing to reward myself with some sausage and cheese sandwiches. Who is up for a snack?
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: The old me would have raged and pouted for days. I would have had a pity party and ate my way through a bag of Doritos. I would have stayed from the computer for days. Life is much too short for THAT foolishness.
I was just listening to someone who was saying there is no such thing as truth, but everything is folk perspective.
LIES AND PROPAGANDA!!
There has been a YouTube argument, amongst creators, where there has been a particular creator who “found a loophole” by “stealing other people’s content”, encouraging folk to start a channel by basically saying whatever is needed to say to “chase the algorithm”.
He says the only thing that matters is the “views” so “you can get the bag”. He says the subscriber doesn’t matter and that their comments don’t matter.
Sadly, this π world/society has placed “chasing the π π΅ bag as life’s ONLY priority. How sad.
I won’t get on a soapbox here. I will say this:
Life is short.
People matter.
Integrity matters.
Honor matters.
Truth matters.
How we treat one another matters.
Now, there has been a flood of new creators liberally throwing lies and disinformation around chasing the bag. Sad.
Don’t get it twisted, beloveds. Karma is a b for a reason!
I choose to live a life of integrity. I choose to care for my fellow man. I choose to see folk as beautiful souls and not a dollar sign!
Keep being the wonderful person you are. Keep shining your light. Don’t be discouraged. Keep laughing. Keep loving. Keep praying for blockheads!π³π³π₯°
Fear and I have been in some mighty battles since the tornado.
Fear: You won’t find a job.
Me: I will.
Fear: You will lose everything.
Me: I might.
Fear: God won’t be there for you.
Me: He is.
Fear: God may be there for you but will certainly tell you no when you ask for THAT. Hasn’t He been silent all these last years?
Me: This is true. Still, I’m going to keep asking.
Initially, I battled fear alone. I didn’t admit to being afraid. Outwardly, I told everyone all was well. I told myself all was well.
Secretly/inwardly, I quietly told myself I was terrified. I was absolutely terrified.
Soon, comfort eating replaced standing ten toes down on FAITH.
I was, initially, afraid God’s Answer would be no.
Soon, I began to focus on and ask myself what if God DOES say no?!
Would I:
Walk away?
Walk away from my faith?
Walk away from my faith in HIM?
To my delight, my answers were an emphatic NO!
NO, I will NOTΒ walk away.
NO, I will NOT walk away from my faith.
Absolutely, NO, I will NOT walk away from HIM.
His yes or no has NO bearing on MY yes or no.
I have been doing my level best to not allow my choices to be guided by other’s choices. Meaning, I am not going to treat folk how they treat me.
I am going to love folk. Period. Hopefully, that love will be returned. If I am treated poorly, I shall move on.
I am holding myself accountable for my life. No one owes me a thing. God doesn’t owe me squat. The Universe doesn’t owe me. Life doesn’t owe me. Family does not owe me. Friends owe me nothing.
My life IS the cake. The rest is occasional icing. What’s more, I can ice my own cake as well…lol.
In the end, the answer may turn out to be no. I shall never know until I ask Him. I have.
I await His Answer.
Ah, God…
May I?
Will you?
Can we?
How soon?
How much?
How?
asking for many friends, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Be encouraged, beloveds. The answer will ALWAYS be for your good and with your best interests in mind. Be well this day.
Time for us to reclaim that which was wrongfully taken by fear/doubt/anger.
Time for us to restore.
Time for us to get some get back.
Time for us to redeem our try.
Time for us to do what it takes to make things happen.
Rise.
Walk in INTEGRITY.
Run to the fight.
Yes, things are different. Yet, WE are different. We are:
Stronger.
Mindful.
Mighty.
We are well able to pursue our enemies and to overtake them.
We are in the fight of our lives. We fight for the freedom of dreams. We fight to shine our lives. We fight to overcome.
These Avenger trailers fire me up!…π I hope you clicked on the link and got fired up as well.
I did NOT want to get up this morning and keep my promise to myself to π write, daydream and plan for my future. Lazy wanted to stay in bed. Later agreed. Later, remembering what happened the last time it sided with lazy, rushed to make my β coffee. π
*Cassandra dons her cape and prepares for greatness*
It’s time, beloveds. Stop waiting for someone else to rescue you. Rescue yourself!
Get out of bed.
Work on your dreams.
Work on yourself.
Fight for the underdog.
Shine your light.
BE the light.
Now, how you won’t be able to have an amazing day after THAT inspiration is beyond me.ππ³π₯°
Time for us to fill our hearts with some love and call in some love into our lives.
Get those microphones out…lol. I am just a swooning with my blue screwdriver. Poor neighbors. I AM attempting to sing as softly and as best I can. Since I sound like someone stepped on a cat’s tail, I don’t know what to tell you…hahahahahahahahahahaha!
Ah, beloveds, don’t be afraid to call in love for your lives. The folk who hurt you were hurting themselves. Get some healing, then pray for them and for others who are afraid to pick up a screwdriver/hairbrush/whatever to love on themselves and call in more love.
Life is short, beloveds. Love NOW. Live Now. Right where you are.
Don’t wait until you think you have ‘earned it’. You are worthy of love. Now. From you. From me. From Life. From The Universe. From others. You are.
Let’s goooooooooooooooooooooo!
We have love to get.
We have love to receive.
We have love to give out.
What the heckamiah Jeremiah are you waiting for, beloveds??!!
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Ah, beloveds, please remember:
You are worthy.
You are worth it.
You are worthwhile.
I love you. Love me back. Love someone else. Starting with you!