Category: Writing

Your try reveals who you are.

Your try, reveals who you are.

So you can BE, who you are!

Try!

The more you try, the more you find out how deep your try really runs. The more you try, the more you see the awesomeness called Judy. The more you try, the more use out of Esser and not worry about the outcome.

I no longer care, who wins. I just want to be part, of the game. I no longer have to, be in the game. I’m perfectly content, being a cheerleader. Or, I am just as happy, handing out water to the participants. I’m happy, to clean up afterwards. I’m happy, to set up. I don’t need to, be the star, of the show. I just want to be there, trying.

I’m thankful, for my try. My try, won’t let me give up all my dreams. There are days, when I don’t want to try, at all. Yet, my try won’t let me sit there, and do nothing. My try, insists I try, something. Anything. So, I try.

I no longer define myself, by how much I produce. Yes, I try my best, to be as productive as I can. Yet, I know, I am not how much I produce. I just want to give my all. Whatever I’m doing. I just want to leave it all, on the field. The outcome, will come out in the wash.

I no longer, wonder if anyone will understand, my words. I just write. I no longer, fret about folk reading my words or not. I just write. I no longer, doubt my talent. I just write.

I may change, many lives. I may change, no lives. I know, I have changed my life, with my try. I can live with that.

Keep trying, beloveds.

Your try reveals, who you are. You will be pleased, by who your try reveals you, to be.

Be encouraged and know you are loved and not alone.

trying with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

You shall have your dreams!

You shall have your dreams. https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cxg0QLAulgL/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

You don’t have to carry the weight of the world…

You don’t have to carry the weight of the world. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxgzRNtOf3u/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==

Nuff said.

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Don’t wait.

My heart will NOT be quiet, today. When I get this way, I do my best, to not post 50 million pieces. I try, to behave. I tell myself, three pieces, only, Cassandra. Folks have lives. Folks have no time for you, ALL day!

For the most part, I can and do, behave. There are days, like today, my heart just won’t leave me be.

Why?

Because, life is short. I don’t know how many days, chances, moments, I shall have. Not being morbid. Speaking truth.

I made plans, to visit mom, come March. Life claimed her, in December. Yes, March came. Yet, she was gone…*sigh*.

I say that to say this:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being….YOU.

Don’t wait, beloveds, to share your heart, with others. Don’t wait. Your March may arrive. December may beat you to your dream/goal/love.

Don’t wait.

I love me some you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

I love you even then.

I love you.

Even, when you mess up.

Even then.

I care for you.

Even when.

Even, when your life, is a mess.

I’m here for you.

Even now.

Even, when YOU, are a mess.

I’m here, then, when, even now.

You don’t have to be:

Perfect.

Presentable.

Present.

I love you.

Even then.

Even when.

Even now.

*Cassandra turns from the mirror, and goes in search of others to tell she loves them, too.*

His and yours,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You are loved, beloveds. You are lovable. You are seen. You are heard. You are cherished. Life wouldn’t be life, without you. Be encouraged. You know what comes next:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

Note 2: I don’t know why, I can’t stop thinking about folk out there who are feeling down, discouraged, hopeless, lost, scared. Be encouraged. Things WILL get better. Hang in there, okay?

Lost: It’s okay to be…

It’s okay to be, lost.

How else, can you, blaze new trails, ‘cept you be willing, to get…lost?

It’s okay to feel, lost.

How else, can you, feel your way, ‘less you be courageous enough to feel…lost?

It’s okay to, lose.

How else, can you win, ’til you, find the strength and vulnerability to…lose?

For, you win, as you lose:

Fear.

Doubt.

Apathy.

Anger.

Hurt.

Pain.

Isolation.

Timidity.

Shame.

Guilt.

We soooooooo often, beloveds, hide behind sooooooooooooo many reasons, emotions, things, thangs, peeps!

I have lost, much. I have gained, so very much more. I can’t stop thinking of the young man I dreamed of. He had given up on himself, on his dreams. He couldn’t have been more than 18. How sad!

Equally sad, is knowing older folk have also given up, on themselves, on their dreams. Most, nowadays, appear to have made a deal to just lay down and let the world run them over.

Kick rocks on that, beloveds! Life is so short. Don’t discount your dreams. They are much too important. Go for it. Try. Then, try some more. Then, well, keep trying! You got thangs to do! As do I.

I’m talking to someone, today. I’m not sure who. Is it YOU? Ah, yea, I’m talking to YOU. You feel your dreams calling, don’t you? Dreams sure can be loud, huh?

What the world are you still doing here? Get going. The Universe is waiting on you…

Cassandra

Why do you…?

Why do you?

Why, do you do, what you do?

WHY do you?

Why, do you think, what you think?

Why do YOU?

Why, do YOU, think and do the things, that you do?

I love, learning.

I love, thinking.

I love, thinking about learning.

I always have. I don’t know why.

I love writing. I love it’s rules. I love breaking the writing rules by not putting commas where they need to be. By using, too many, commas, to, comma, separate, my thoughts. 🤣

Why?

In part, because I have been boxed in, all my life. I have been told, as a black woman, I am:

Loud.

Angry.

Angry AND loud, when neither of those things, were true. Yes, at times, I AM angry. I AM loud. Yet, us sistas have many, many reasons to be as such.

Sadly, whilst being accused of being mad/loud, we have also been admonished to NOT be angry, mad and loud.

Why?

Not for us. I just think most folk have NO idea what to do with a sista’s passion. With, her heart.

Our hearts, are tender. So much so, we protect them. Sometimes, loudly. Sometimes, angrily. Always, passionately.

That said, we love hard. We love, much. We yearn to BE loved. Love us.

Back to my question:

Why do you…

awaiting your answer,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I HAD to tell myself to keep on being me. I was reading some obviously talented writer blogs and they…whew, those puppies tend to intimidate the hooey out of me.

The authors have such amazing structure. The sites are beautiful. Many have many followers. When I return to MY site, it looks a site! I have no bells, no whistles. There are no charming sections. Just me.

Which is precisely why I started my blog, in the first place, beloveds! You don’t have to be anyone other than you. Your heart is what matters. As does mine, yes? Yes!

Keep, exploring. Enjoy other folks. Learn from them. Allow them to learn from you. Use too many commas. Use no commas. Okay, sprinkle some in so folks can, take a breath. Just be…YOU.

Enjoy, today. Look forward, to an awesome weekend. You have done your work, for the week. Take time, for you. Yall know the next bit by now:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Why blogging? Why now?

Having been a language teacher most of my life, it will come as no surprise that words have always been a passion for me. I love reading and have the habit of noting down any striking sentence or paragraph that resonates with me. Usually the quotes are about life and relationships. So could I perhaps […]

Why blogging? Why now?

Good morning, beloveds. I cam across this blog, this morning, and HAD to share. Delicious. Made my thinker really THINK! I am looking forward to reading other pieces and catching up.

It has been on my heart to share what inspires me. Yall do. Those of yall who have blogs, I read and am moved by them. I try to keep it shut and not respond else I would leave a book every other five minutes.

We all have things to share and contribute. I urge YOU to get your heart, your life out there for folk to…*shrug*

Last night, I dreamed I was asking a young man, how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. The apathy, in his answer, coming from his eyes, haunted me. It haunts me, still.

In the dream, I FELT my helpless, my frustration, as I pleaded with him TO CARE.

DAMMIT ALL WE HAVE TO CARE!

About:

The world.

Ourselves.

Our community.

Okay, will stop there. Just wanting to share what touched my heart, today.

Be encouraged.

Keep on being…YOU

You are NOT alone.

You are loved.

Yes, I KNOW, wombie, I am saying things out of order. I know my sis, yall. She will fuss with me later.

Take care,

Cassandra

I will never…

I will never…

Yall already KNOW what I am fixing to say!

We will NEVER!

Nuff said,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: You will never…? You tell me. YOU decide what you will and will NOT stand for, in your life. There are NO victims here! Stand fast! Stand up! Don’t you DARE give up on you. I mean it!

You know what to add here:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU

♥ Heart check:

How is YOUR heart, today?

You don’t know?!😳

Time out!

Take the time to:

Rest.

Just a smidge.

Enjoy a bit of your life. You don’t have to be doing every second of every day.

Sit back.

Stretch.

Take a walk.

Take a short nap.

Take a bit of your life and give yourself permission to not do a blasted thing.

You can save the world, after while…

Resting with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe