Category: walking

Time: Time to kill all the time killers.

Wow.

Who knew?

I FINALLY figured out how to schedule my pieces! Now, I don’t have to waste precious brains cells talking myself into this time or that. Also, have them already written, wrapped in love and prayer and set to invade inboxes all weekend.

Which now leaves me time to watch The British Open, this weekend. For true sports folk, it’s properly known as The Open.

I also have plenty of ice made, stored and ready for my little fan cooler thingamajig.

I have my walking clothes stored, in a nice box that also doubles as a footrest, if needed.

I have also made some short snippets to post on Instagram.

I have my freezer organized.

My egg thingamawhatchamacallit has been delivered so I don’t have to fight with the box of eggs to get it to gimme here without breaking my eggs, of a morning.

I have my remotes remoting in organizers along with the odd this and thats.

I have one counter top that heretofore held ever unneeded/unwanted plastic container known to man, cleared away, leaving a wonderful counter space I now prepare breakfast at. Who knew counter space was actually to be used as counter space and not a junk drawer of some sort?!

I have done so well, my fingers are actually considering giving me TWO thumbs up. Wow. They say it depends on if my act right keeps acting right.

Yea, yall, even Egads! and lazy have been agog with my wonderfulness.

How about that?!

You better ask somebody!

Go on ahead, Cassandra, with your bad self!

It’s important, beloveds, to celebrate your wins. Don’t besmirch small beginnings. Remember, the oak tree began with just a small nut.

Speaking of nuts, I am fixing to jet.😆

I may be a nut, beloveds, but, I am screwed to the Right Bolt.😂 Get it?! Nuts and Bolts!

HAHAHA!

*hugs self*

I sowwy, yall, am listening to some Wham and ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go Go’ which has my mind gone!🤪😊🥰🤣

Time for you, beloveds, to kill all of your time killers. You have a life to live, pun intended.

Get to it, before your fingers point you towards some extra chores.

Uh, oh…’You Dropped A Bomb On Me’ by The Gap Band is on. Fixing to see if I can introduce the universe in a chair dance.

brb,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereForIt

#DanceParty

Note: Who has time for a note! Dance with me.

Hold on!

Hold on!🙏🌈❤ https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cvw7eNhIBsG/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

Hold on, beloveds!

💃

🌈

I love you.

Love someone, today.

Start with YOU!

One step.

One step.

One step.

Cassandra

#HereForIt

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Be flexible: Boob carrier.

In my walking, I have to have somewhere to put my phone.

I have a super ugly, fanny pack, buried beneath something or other or this and that.

Crap!

Hhmm.

The dumb phone, er, I sowwy phone, has a string thingie handle but the dumb stringie handle thing is forever strangling my wrist which is forever after yelling at me for causing discomfort. I sowwy, wrist.

What did I end up doing with the phone? I put it in my boob carrier r of course!😂 The wonders as a wonder bra!🤣

Life is short. Use what you have. Learn to be flexible. You have all you need to succeed, to thrive.

Stop waiting, for the perfect moment.

Stop waiting, for the perfect thing.

Stop waiting.

Ah.

Aha!

Be encouraged.

You are loved.

You are not alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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https://gofund.me/efbe8c13

Be flexible: Wrong order, right purpose.

I needed a new phone. The battery life of my old phone was getting too bad. I ordered a new phone. Of course they sent me the wrong phone.

Instead of stomping around and having a perfectly satisfying grown up temper tantrum, I considered what to do with the phone.

Instead of sending it back, I decided to use it as my internet phone. Now I have a phone strictly for surfing the internet and my blogging while using the other phone for business and relaxation.

By doing this I find that I have time to actually live and breathe in the real world. I am not forever attached to a phone with scrolling fingers.

I can actually use the phone as it was intended, originally, and actually have a phone conversation!

Who knew!?😳🥰

In times past, I would have had that adult tantrum and stomped and fussed and fumed about being sent the wrong phone.

I have done a lot of act right getting, here lately. I can’t help all others act in what they do. I do my work. I focus on me and how I can improve things and situations.

I make the conscious decision and effort to be kind and courteous. I do my best to make it right when my act right has not acted right and I have said or done something that was unkind or discourteous.

I have done a lot of repenting and apologizing with my family. I will be blogging more about this in the future but that here.

I’m doing my utmost to get my life clean and organized in every area. This is a slow process. I am in no hurry. Time is short. So I’m taking the time that I have to take my time to get things right as best as I can.

I’m learning to be more flexible with myself and others around me. I’m learning to be more flexible with the universe and all that is within it. I’m learning to be more flexible with work. I’m learning to be more flexible with my work.

The universe didn’t be a big favor when it sent me the wrong phone. Wrong order. Right purpose.

Be flexible with you. God is not done with you yet. Don’t give up on you. Don’t give up on your dreams. Don’t give up on your heart headed family. Don’t give up on your heart hit itself. Don’t give up on this hard world. Don’t give up. Period in end of story.

Being the end of THIS story, I shall flex my way up out of here. Don’t tell on me, incline may or may not be looking for me just now.

Shut up, stairs! Scuze me, beloveds.

*Cassandra tears outta the room, kicks in hot pursuit, Yikes! and Egads! bringing up the rear.*

Be encouraged.

You are loved.

You are not alone

Keep on being…YOU!

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

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https://gofund.me/efbe8c13

The storm WILL pass.

The storm WILL pass. Be encouraged. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CvkWnHAIxNG/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

Be encouraged.

The storm WILL pass.

Wait for the rainbow.

It’s coming.

waiting for the rainbow,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: When life is exhausting and especially hard, I sometimes wonder what the world difference my try will make. That’s when I CHOOSE to try, harder. Don’t dare give up, beloveds. You may never get to see the result of your try. Perhaps, your try is meant to help others to try. You may never get to know. The entire point is your try.

That’s it. That’s all. All you can do is all you can do. Let THAT be enough. We can live, then, with the results. We can even be content, with NO apparent or seeming results, can’t we? Life is not always about us. Sometimes, The Universe needs us and our try for folks we will never meet or see.

They will have gone on, though, helped, in part, by our silent try where only God, Life and The Universe could see.

Keep going. Even, if in silence. EVERY like, helps me keep going. Even, when it’s hard. Why? Because it’s a signal that maybe, just MAYBE, my try has helped someone remove a pebble, from their mountain. From, their shoe. And, maybe, they shall see that pebble for the diamond it is.

One step.

One step.

One step.

Relentless: No excuses now.

It’s hot.

I was tired.

I was enjoying the air-conditioner, after a hot, tiring walk.

I needed to showered.

I showered myself, with a nap, instead.

My dreams, woke me from my slumber, pointed towards the shower, as we needed to be about being about life, in just a little while.

Hot, tired, and tired of carrying my excuses around…

I dumped hot, tired, burdens, excuses and EVERYTHING keeping me down, holding me up, taking me away, from God’s, from Life’s, from The Universe’s, best for me, into the shower.

Ha!

You better ask somebody!

We got thangs, er, things to do!

doing them thangs/things🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereForIt

#BeAboutBeingAboutIt

God’s Goofhead: #HereForIt!

#HereForIt.

Hahahahahaha!

Don’t ask me why, but I loooooove thinking of hash tags, in my head. I think it a scream how everything appears to be a hashtag of some sort for some apparently earth-shattering reason.

Hastag, this. Tag, that.

God KNOWS I am a goof. The past few days, He has been whispering really silly ones to me. How does He talk with me? Am only going to tell those who email me. The rest of yall can kick rocks and find out over the course of pieces.

Anywho, my fave, this week is HereForIt!

I am #HereForIt:

Love.

Joy.

Peace.

Hope.

Healing.

Freedom.

Growth.

Financial prosperity.

God.

Life.

Jesus.

The Universe.

You.

#HereForIt!

I love how God loves me. He just loves ME. Goof and all. Serious and all. Prosperous and all. Lacking and all. Loud and all. Quiet and all. Mary and all. Martha and all. Loving and all. Unkind and all. Thoughtful and all. Thoughtless and all.

God loves me.

Always.

🥰

How great is that?!

Don’t worry if you appear to be a goofball. We are all different. Be you. The world is all about that hate life. Today, it may love you, depending on what you have. Tomorrow, it may hate you for what you have. That is a they problem.

Keep going.

Even when you are not strong.

You don’t have to be.

As He is, so are we, the Bible says. What does that mean?

Ah.

Aha!

Keep asking.

Remember:

You are loved.

You are not alone.

Keep on being…YOU.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HowGreatIsThis?!

#HereForIt!

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The Universe is calling: Open your mouth.

I love the saying ‘When the student is ready, the teacher appears’. Not sure who said this. I have always believed it.

The more I have opened my heart, opened my mind, and opened my mouth, to myself, to God, to Life, to my fam, to The Universe, The Universe has, literally, opened it’s bounty, to me.

Secret dreams, long quiet, are flinging themselves, loudly, fiercely, to heaven, to the universe, in song, in thanksgivings, in welcome.

I have welcomed, me, and it feels awesome, amazing, affirming…*hugs self*

For quite the while, God and Life, have been challenging me to ask bigger, love harder, reach farther.

I have strained, I have despaired, I have cried as I have kept climbing this mountain of disbelief in my TRY.

I try.

I fail. Or, it looks or feels like I have failed.

I try.

Nothing moves.

Nothing changes. Or, it looks and feels like nothing has moved or changed.

Yet, astonishingly, I will have found that I, me, Cassandra, Sweetpea, Jaybird, ALL of me, is renewed EVERY time that I try, IN FAITH, believing my TRY, truly is, always has and always will be, enough.

What’s more, I find that I really AM enough!

Amazing.

It amazes me, still, that I am loved, by God. By, Life. By, my fam. By, a few friends. By, Jesus. By, my coworkers. Mostly, beloveds, by me. By…I could go on and on to infinity and back.

That said, I want to look at all, in amazement and say:

Look at me?! Yall actually love THIS me?!

I am loud.

I am old.

I am black.

I am a woman.

I am an ugly ostrich.

I am a beautiful peacock.

You love THIS me?!

“Yes”.

They all say yes.

My heart, is amazed.

I am amazed.

I am amazing.

I am.

I AM!

Ah.

Aha!

Life is short, beloveds. Time to:

Open, your mouth.

Open, your mind.

Open, your heart.

Open.

The Universe is calling.

It’s time.

It’s YOUR time.

This is not just a rah rah message. Though inspiring, these words are prophetic. You are being called. You are being called out.

Come, says The Universe.

Why now?

Why you?

Great questions!

Keep asking.

here,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereForIt

Relentless: Get that.

I am not strong.

I am courageous.

I am relentless.

Get that, world?

I could care less, that you appear to care less, for me.

I am relentless.

Get that, Universe?

Give me, mine!

I am relentless.

Get that, satan?

I shall send you back to the hell from whence you came. you shall NOT be the death of me.

Ha!

Relentless.

Get that?!

Say that!!

YYYYYAAAAAAASSSSSS!!

I am not strong. I was never meant to be, was never called to be anything but…

Relentless.

I am.

Ah.

Aha!

in hot pursuit of my dreams,

Cassandra aka Relentless

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereforIt

Note: You ain’t got time for notes. Get that?Get after it. Your dreams are waiting on you!

One step!

One step!

I am not strong: One step.

One step.

One step.

One step.

That’s ALL I take with me, beloveds, when I go for my walks.

I don’t time myself.

I choose a song.

I walk.

I may walk half the song.

I may walk the whole song.

I may walk more than one.

I don’t even worry about the length of the song(s).

I may walk to a fast song.

I may glide to a smooth groove.

I might shimmy and shake my way through new school.

I could rock steady to new school.

I may fight with incline.

Incline may when giving me the option to roll with the parking lot curves.

In any event, I make walking, THE event.

In times past, I would be focused on how many, how much, did I do it, did I not do it, could I make it, why didn’t I make it, and all other kinds of reasons that ended up causing me to not walk at all.

Now, I simply walk.

I rejoice, in the walk.

I relish the try.

Why?

Because this is the day that the Lord has made. I SHALL rejoice and be glad in it.

One step.

One step.

One step.

walking with/for the universe,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

#HereForIt