I want to schedule some pieces. For some reason my eyes were drawn to the bottom corner of the calendar. I noticed there were small blue dots under many of the dates. I realized the dates were the pieces I had already scheduled.
And noticing that I have saved myself several steps of trying to go back and forth, seeing what days I had things scheduled and what dates were open. All just from observing a tiny blue dot at the bottom of the page.
This reminds me of how life can be. Life gives us many hints and clues. After we miss those clues because we are looking for something big and grand. Yet life often speaks to us, through little, tiny dots, at the bottom of the page!
Look around you. Lift up your head. Sharpen your focus. Tune out the noise. Be ready and willing to act upon the little blue dots that will show themselves to you.
Stop allowing life to label you. Keep being yourself. Keep looking for adventure. Keep being willing to change. Keep being willing to change things up. You got this, as do I.
I hear Taco salad calling me. I so enjoyed having Taco salad for Thanksgiving that I am about to go make a new batch!
I told myself not to focus on being perfect. Sis and I never had a perfect relationship. Why would/should I expect her leaving to be perfect, for my grieving to be smooth, for the present to be anything but the 🎢 roller-coaster life has been, since sis passed away. Ah, sis, what do I DO with me now?
Finally, finally, FINALLY, I began to remember what I had forgotten. As we speak, my clumsy attempt at saying goodbye is being downloaded so I can upload the video. Or, was I supposed to upload it so I can download it? 😁🤷♀️
We shall see what comes out in the wash. The sound may be spotty, the background music may be too loud, my too loud voice may be too low from grief and fatigue.
That’s okay. It will be the best me I could be for her. For whosoever will happen upon a video one ought never have to make.
I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me. Don’t allow stressful circumstances to stress you out. Do what you can. Reach out for help and support. Stand on FAITH. Tell fear to kick rocks. Pray. Laugh. Rejoice. Live. Love. Live some more. Rinse. Repeat.
Keep moving FORWARD. Keep looking UP. We got this. God has us all.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: This has been THE hardest 7 days of my life. Hands down. Losing all my savings, losing mom, having a 🌪 tornado in the yard was NOTHING compared to the last 7 days. Yikes.😳🌪🎢😥😭😡🧓😴🍍☔️😱
You don’t have to give up your integrity to be noticed.
You don’t have to change who you are to be accepted.
I was just listening to a content creator who was telling his listeners that people don’t care about those who post uplifting and productive things. He was encouraging people to stand out.
I did a piece recently talking about being different. I don’t mean being someone other than who you are. I meant that is OK to have a quirky nature, if that is your quirky nature.
That’s it. Don’t start acting like a performing seal. Don’t spend your life trying to entertain the world in order for you to get noticed. The world sees you. God sees you. Life sees you.
Life sees you. The people who actually love you sees you. And even if they don’t. You know who you are.
Keep living your truth. Keep being true to who you are. It’s OK if the world says that boring is not in. Things have a tendency to come back around. All of this hoopla and foolishness is going to get old.
I just stopped by to encourage someone. Don’t live your life amongst the noise. Allow yourself to live with quietness. Allow yourself to live with peace and joy. Allow yourself to live with the differences that come to pass.
Just because a crowd seems to be chasing foolishness right now does not mean you have to follow the crowd. Go by the beat of your own drum set. Your own mark. Blaze your own path.
Find the courage to be yourself even amongst all this noise.
I took a break from making Youtube videos and tik toks so that I could reset. It took some time, so I can re-evaluate. I took the time to see what I wanted to do. I took the time to determine what I wanted to contribute to the Youtube algorithm into this world.
I’m glad my content is not popular right now. It gave me a chance to build my words on a strong foundation. I don’t need the cheers of the crowd. I don’t need the validation from people I don’t even know.
My goal is to be a source of encouragement, empowerment and life. Yes, I want to make people laugh. Yes, I want to help people to grow. But that’s their choice.
All we can do is to present our best selves. All we can do is put ourselves out there. All we can do is put our talent out there. Our tribe will find us.
Life is what we make it. I plan on making mine a fantastic one. How about you?
Allow your love to stand out. Allow your integrity to stand out. Allow your joy to stand out. Allow your faithfulness to stand out.
Let the world call it boring. I would rather be a boring lover. Than an exciting, hateful person!
I choose to tell anger that it shall NOT speak for me.
Anger is an imposter. Anger disguises what is truly felt. I choose to deal with my actual grief, disbelief, despair, and wondering, in real time. Now. Here.
Beloveds, life gets to lifing. Don’t hide. It’s okay to despair. It’s okay to not be okay until you are okay.
I generally try to limit myself from bombarding folk inbox with my love and care.
Please understand, beloveds. Life is short. I don’t know how many days I have left. I don’t know how many days YOU have left.
I don’t know who may need what words. I don’t know which words may be needed by what person. So, I write. As God told me. Receive, if needed.
Yet, don’t discard these words. They are costing me everything. 😢
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I am doing my level best to encourage as many as I can. Even as I grieve. Even as I wonder.
I refuse to allow death to mark my days with sadness. I am sad. Still, I have joy. Still, I look forward to my future.
Life is more than the pain you have suffered, beloveds. Life is so very much more than your unrealized dreams. Live. Love. Laugh. Rejoice. Through the hard. In the rain. We got this. Okay, we may not got this today. But that’s okay. I love you.
writing when even as I don’t know what to say now other than “what in the actual fuck, sis?”,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: God gave me this same mandate, beloveds, just after mom passed away. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Back then, I was ready for the words clamoring to burst from my tattered soul. So, I didn’t. So, I couldn’t. For years. Eventually, pen jumped into my unwilling hands. I wrote.
Now, I am not ready for the words clamoring to burst from my tattered soul. I write anyway. I have no idea what my heart shall reveal.
We shall see, beloveds, in real time. Together. Ah, God. What do I DO with me now. Asking for a friend.
Be encouraged. Life is good. Even when unbelievably cruel, heartless, mean, fucked up, whacked out.😳😢😡🤯😭🤬😠🤯☔️☔️🤮🤢🤦♀️😵💫😲😥☕️🏈📺🚽