Don’t run from disappointment. Sit with it a while.
Listen to it.
Learn from it.
Be fueled by it.
Do NOT quit because of it.
Do NOT fold in the midst of it.
Disappointment is merely a future appointment with God/Life/The Universe.
Don’t cancel!
Wait.
Patiently.
In the meantime, try something else.
I can not tell you, beloveds, how badly I wanted to run back to the comfort zone. I didn’t care how painfully barren it was. I just wanted to STOP being on this razor’s edge of my uncertain present and my unknown future.
Because I thought I had failed, in one area, I wanted to give up in the main area I have always wanted to live and work in.
I chose uncertainty over the known. I chose anticipation over despondency. I chose ME over the dismissive masses.
Don’t run from disappointment, beloveds. Sit with it a while. It may surprise you. You may surprise yourself at your reaction(s)
Until they hear, keep talking. Until it works, keep trying.
Nuff said.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I called about a new modem. The agent clearly did not understand. He blamed the weather. I told him the weather put out the modem. He blamed the apartment for losing power. I let him know everything else was working. He wasn’t trying to hear me. I thanked him for trying.
I called about a new modem. I explained the last agent didn’t understand. I said maybe I had not explained clearly. I explained. She understood. A new modem is on the way.
Communication is not always easy, beloveds. Still, we HAVE to give each other room to misunderstand, to miss communicating, to mess up. Then, we need to give each other some grace.
There will be days when we just don’t hear one another. That’s okay. Let’s make sure we continue to care about and for one another!
In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He.
What do you do when the doors just won’t open for you?
You keep trying.
You keep asking.
You keep knocking.
Simple as that.
Be encouraged.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I had to stop everything as my vertigo got bad enough to fell me like a giant oak. Smh.
In addition, I can’t do a lick with this Hotspot. I have to wait until I get a new modem delivered.
Annoying. I tried to make it do what it did. It didn’t.
Instead of giving in to despair, I chose to shift gears and work on some pieces. I can do SOMETHING.
Remember, beloveds, there is always SOMETHING we can do. No, things may not be ideal. We are still here.
Do what you can. Enjoy your day. Laugh at your frustrations. You may as well use them for your good!
I must admit this sustained hard, with my vertigo, has been terribly hard the past week or so. I want to do things that I can’t. I want to go places I can’t. I want….ack! I am stuck, in bed, waiting for the barometric pressure to calm down enough to stop squeezing the atmosphere.
When life gets to squeezing you, beloveds, take heart. It’s not personal. Life is just lifing. What you perceive as your fault is simply the atmosphere around you being affected by things you can’t see.
Keep going. Enjoy your life. Even with the world spinning on it’s axis…lol. We got this.
This letter, my response to your response, has been two years in the making. 30 plus, if truth be told. A lifetime’s worth, if I were to keep it 100.
These words are for EVERY heart that has ever wondered if they REALLY mattered. Mattered for more than being a breadwinner. More than being beautiful or successful or a million other superficial things that have NOTHING to do with a person’s worth.
Frank, EVERYTHING inside me has been wanting to pack up my words, 🔐 close off my heart, and join the bajillions of folk who have decided to hide in a world of mediocre survival.
Life seems easier that way. Of course, it’s not. It’s debilitating. It’s agonizing. So much so, folk turn up the noise of distraction so as not to hear their heart begging to be free. Begging to be able to be:
Foolish.
Ridiculous.
Wrong.
Loud.
Seen.
Heard.
Validated.
Since I was young, God has told me to encourage folk. To let folk know that everything really will be alright. He told me to tell folk, EVERY day, that they are loved and not alone.
My words seems as though they fall on deaf ears because I am not wrapped in money, fame, looks, stature and all the other lies the 🌎 world tells us we HAVE to have in order to be loved.
We don’t need those things. Yet, I have had to fight to regain my confidence, my self-love, and respect since a tornado 🌪 tore things up here last Memorial Day Weekend.
Every since then, I have had to remind myself I am still worthy, worth it and worthwhile. I am more than the job I no longer have. I am much more than my empty bank account. I tell myself this EVERY day.
I climb on here, every day, to let someone KNOW that they ARE valuable. Just because they were born.
I’m 56, loud but growing more silent as I wonder if it’s worth it. If the silence is worth it. If the ghosting is worth it.
I posted my encouragement to TikTok and Instagram and sighed at the seven or eight and sometimes 20 folk that stop by to be encouraged.
Then. I remember I post for them. For you, Frank. For me.
I have been crying out to God, literally, and asking what I am doing wrong? Why, can’t I get the financial doors to open so I can encourage the 🌎 world like I truly want to.
God stays silent. Through all my soul searching. Through all my job searching. Through all my GoFundMe asking. It has been embarrassing to see the 🌎 cares very little for me or my words.
Still, I shall continue to care. Why? So, I can meet a priceless soul called Frank so I can give him these words, my words, bathed in love and prayer:
Beloved, this world is short. Be loud. Unapologetically. Throw aside those fears. Take then with you if you must. I should have quit my job five years ago. Not because I didn’t love it, Frank. But, because it was time for me move on and start my channel, my blog, my this, that and the other. I didn’t.
I was afraid. Afraid that God would not catch me when I fell. God promised to be there. I was afraid to believe.
In ME. You may think this strange, Frank, but fighting with feelings of inadequacy, since the tornado, has brought out a tenacity I never knew I had soooooooooo much of.
Frank, there is so much love, peace and joy waiting for you on the other side of your fear. You have so much to experience. Go on now, Frank. Get to know you as you fight for your dreams.
I don’t have much. Yet, I have EVERYTHING. I have deep love for my fellow man. I have a wonderful relationship with God. I have family who loves me. I love nature, saying dumb things, doing ridiculous things.
I love burning brownies, making world class chili, watching cooking shows from all over the world.
I love…Ah. Aha!
Frank, your heart IS ready. What are YOU waiting for? Get out there and live. Would love to yak more. Email me at ttnette37@yahoo.com if you are of a mind.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I feel inadequate today. I wish I could remove every hurt from every heart. I wish that I could remove every obstacle. I can’t. I can love. I do. I will. I am. Be encouraged. Your voice matters. It does.
I don’t know why The Universe keeps the 🚪 door closes to me. Maybe so I can keep hollering for and
