Category: Writing

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Live.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Laugh.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Love.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Dream.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Forgive.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Give.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Go.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Grow.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Surrender.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Pray.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

Say.

Before it’s too late, do it now.

How could I have known, beloveds, that and stroke would take my ability to run, walk, drive, write, and do a million other things.

I can no longer speak easily.  There are days when the stroke will not allow me to think or form cogent thoughts.

As a writer, the inability to type and use my right hand to write has been devastating. Writing is a huge part of who I am.

I had zero idea that life would life on me in this manner. Geeeez.

I used to write once or twice daily.  Now, I write as much as my mind and my thoughts and my left hand will take me. I write until pain drives me to my bed. Then, I rise and write some more.

While I have breath, I shall write, encourage and love. I have to. I have thangs to do.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I love you 😍

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Not fine, God said to me.

God: How are you doing

Me: I’m fine.

God: You are not fine.

Me: I’m okay,  really.

God: You are not fine.

Me: See, I’m pulling myself up by the 👢 bootstrap.

God: You are not fine.

Me: I’m sucking it up Buttercup.

God: You are not fine.

Me: I’ve been faking it til I make it.

God: You are not fine.

Me: I’ve been telling my act right to get more act right.

God: You are not fine.

Me: You’re right. I am not fine.

God: Who said you have to be fine  ALL the time?

Me: Me, I suppose.

God: How about leaving your 👢 bootstrap to Me and give yourself permission to actually feel how you’ve been feeling, lately. I am here for ALL your feelings.  And, beloved, that’s okay, okay?

Me:

I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.

fine/sorta/kinda,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Give yourself permission to feel how you truly feel. It’s okay to NOT be okay until you are okay.

I find myself missing my twin. 57 years is a long time to have shared a life with…*sigh*. She would have called me and something ridiculous to make me smile. Well, crap!

Allow yourself space to process. Life is but a series of consecutive moments which adds up to a lifetime. Make EVERY moment count.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I could.

I could:

Scream.

Cry AND scream

Scream, cry and scream until…

Whew!

I try not to use the word frustrated. I tell myself this or that is challenging.

DAMMIT, I want to ADMIT to being  FRUSTRATED, ALREADY!!

My fingers, on my good hand, is acting a fool.

My back hurts!

I have five damn dollars in my savings account!

I’m broke and my back hurts 😫

Thank goodness that God gives us permission to feel how we feel.

I’m frustrated. Whew, that feels better. Think I’ll go watch some Netflix and chill…lol.  For those who knows what that means,  get your minds put of the gutter…hahaha!

Be encouraged. Let your heart ❤️ out of your hiding place. I love you

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Hang in there.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Sending more love, today.

Thought some folks could use extra love and care, today. I know I have needed a hug and extra care. Here. So DO me a big favor and share with all the neighbors…lol

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:)

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Sending you love, today.

Have a marvelous day and remember how precious you are.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Well, crap

Hmm….hhhme.

Have you ever had a day when EVERYTHING felt like…crap.

You put too much creamer in your coffee. You wasted said coffee ☕️ after watching it turn into a cold cup of what in the fresh heck is this.

It was too hot. It was entirely too cold.

You got up.

You question WHY you were dumb enough to get up in the first place.

You go back to bed.

You are now annoyed, at the entirety of the world for NOT talking you out of bed.

You are now remorseful for going back to bed.

You flounder and flounce your way from the midst of the 🔥 hot AND 🥶 cold covers.

You warm up cold ☕️.

You sit and think….well,crap!

The bed 🛌 now seems awfully inviting, about now.

Someone ⏰️ wake me up later!

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It has been “one of those days” ALL day. Well, crap. See what I mean. Be encouraged…lol

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

God lets me BE a mess.

I sure do appreciate that God gives me full permission to:

Act a complete fool.

Do ridiculously DUMB things.

Show my hind end.

Say things instead of getting some shut the heck up.

He covers me. He gives me room to:

Breathe.

Move.

Learn.

Create.

I’m a mess. More often than I’d like.

Thankfully, beloved, He loves ❤️ me…still and always. It’s okay to be  a mess sometimes. How else do we learn!?

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:We ARE all mess, ain’t we…hehe

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Break down/your walls.

Fear.

Break down/your walls.

Despair.

Break down/your walls.

Anger.

Break down/your walls.

Pain.

Break down/your walls.

Hopelessness.

Break down/your walls.

Despair.

Break down/your 🧱 walls!

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note:  It’s time, beloveds. Time to break down EVERYTHING that does not serve us 💯 ! Real talk: We owe ourselves our best:

Effort.

Self.

Life.

Try

It’s time for each of us to stand on BUSINESS! TEN TOES DOWN! ON FAITH!

The ONLY thing left to lose is your pride!

Pride can. keep us from what we know, full well,  to do. We got this. We got to! Let’s go!

In case  no one has told you: You are loved and you are NOT alone.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Focus on what you CAN do.

There are a million things I either can’t do, now, or may never do again. It’s hard acknowledging that.

I am working hard to focus 💪 on what I  CAN do. NOW. AT THIS time. HERE.

Now is all we have, eh.

It’s okay, beloveds, to cry over what has been lost. Yeah,  it hurts.  A lot.

Go ahead and grieve. Then, get up.

STOP focusing on what’s gone. The eggs 🥚 have already broken. Make an omelet and keep it moving!What are you holding back from yourself because you think you can’t do it?

Find a new way. Find YOUR way.

Being forced to limit how much I can do and say is building building me new vocabulary. I have to use autocorrect to my advantage. I choose the one hand keyboard option.  Who knew there was such a thing!

I am finding new ways to do things. MY way. So what if it takes an hour to put on a pair of 👖 pants. There are now days where I can’t. On those days, I give myself the permission to struggle!

Give yourself permission to struggle your way through the blessed thing. Whew!

Focus on what you CAN do. Leave the rest alone.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: How long will you use your past mistakes as an excuse to not do the thing! Go…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Stop giving yourself an out!

Yesterday was hard. The day before that was a complete disaster! No one could understand me. I could not form a complete thought.

In frustration, I utilized my ” phone a friend option and 📞 called a friend.

I cried. I cried some more. She listened. She didn’t offer to make the call for me. I chose to give myself permission to put hard down for the rest of the day and try again the next day.

Next day, I tried again. It took  a thousand calls and a year’s worth of aggravation but I got the job done.

Then, I did not want to get up, get dressed, and get outside for walking. It was 🔥 hot. Already! Still, I got up, got dressed, and kept it moving. My Physical Therapist offered to let me only do one lap

I did NOT take the out. In fact, beloveds, for punishment, I made myself walk farther!

I told myself that I would NOT give myself an out. I chose to try.  I had no idea how much I could do. I ended up walking almost 950 feet

For me, those 950 feet may as well have been ten miles. Whew. As I walked I was cheered on by a neighbor was on a walk of her own

I didn’t feel disabled. For the first time, beloved, I felt 👍 👌 like me.

Legally, I am now classified as disabled.

Yet, I AM able. I am capable. I am ready. I am more than a conqueror!

We must hold ourselves accountable. Stop giving yourself an out! There are no excuses.  There are no victims here. Choose to try. Give it your 👌 best effort,  okay 👍?

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: We got this.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!