Category: Writing

Do something else.

Some days, like today, I want to just lay in bed and carry on about what is not, why the heck not, yada yada.

On other days, I just don’t feel like doing anything. Let alone, taking the high road, keeping on with keeping on. I just do NOT feel like trying. At all.

Then, I do something.

When that doesn’t work and I want to tell my try to kick rocks, I do something else.

When that doesn’t work, I typically act a complete fool and pout until I get some act right and then I do something else.

I keep stacking the days.

I keep loading the dishwasher.

We do NOT, beloveds, for ANY reason, get to quit.

No.

Nope.

No way.

Nada.

Not a chance.

It does NOT matter how long we have been in pursuit of whatever the world we are pursuing.

Keep going.

Do something.

Do something else.

Then rest.

After rest…

Do something.

Rinse.

Repeat.

You got this.

As do I.

We are something else, aren’t we?…lol….

doing something else with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t let the length of time, discourage you from continuing to do and try. Persevere. Always. Life is short. Enjoy the journey. ALL of it. I think many will find they regretted chasing money or objects or things that just won’t matter in the end. Keep doing something.

Do something.

Do.

Do something.

Do SOMETHING.

The something, is besides the point.

The DOING of the something, is the whole ballgame.

See, the world tries to make you feel like your something, is nothing.

Your something, is everything.

How YOU do your something, is something.

THAT you DO, YOUR something, is EVERYTHING.

Your something may be small, today.

That’s okay.

Tomorrow, your something may be large.

No matter.

God and Life appreciates your something.

Do, something.

Take a step.

Reach out a hand.

Remove a pebble.

Give away a cup.

Give away a gallon.

Accept a small token.

Receive a large bounty.

Ask.

Listen.

Love.

Laugh.

Try.

Fail.

Try, some more something.

Whatever you do, beloveds, just do…

Something.

doing something with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: The bible says not to despise small beginnings. Meaning, don’t get down on yourself, beloveds, for the lack you seem to have. For, you are NOT lacking. You are simply lacking the know how to know how to get to the things you currently seem to lack.

I used to beat myself up for not having gotten here or there, yet. Yet, now I just do what I can. I do something. Whether my feels feel like it or not. Just the act of doing, moves things forward. Just doing, something, helps you want to do something more. Then, something more. Then, something else.

In time, you will be something else!

In the meantime:

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being, doing…YOU!

You got this.

You are.

You are…

Loved.

You are…

Lovingly created/made/here.

Precious.

You are…

Precious in His Sight.

You are…

Unique.

You are…

Uniquely qualified to be you.

You are…

Sensational.

You are…

A sensation!

You are…

Priceless.

You are…

Precisely what this world needs.

You are…

Needed.

You are…

Needing to just be…YOU!

You are…

Cherised.

You are…

Cherished by those who are privileged to know your name. Be encouraged.

You are…

You are!!

You are soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many things.

You are so very much more than you give yourself credit for.

You are on your way to great things in your life.

You are so much further than you think.

You are seen more often then you know.

You are relentlessly protected, pursued, loved, adored by God and by Life.

You are…

Awesome.

You are…

Awesomely contstructed into such a unique person God could only make ONE! How awesome is that?! Of all the billsions, you are but one. Wow.

So, the next time fear, anxiety and doubt try to tell you that you are this, that, and the other thing, tell them to go on ahead and kick rocks. Because…

YOU ARE!!

Take a bow, beloveds.

You are.

being with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Your life matters. Period. Nuff said. Sometimes, we just need to be reminded, eh?

Let someone know they are. Start with you. Be encouraged. Don’t let the struggles, in life, make you think all life is a struggle. Life is a hoot. Take time out, from the plow, and enjoy a bit of your life. Be well this day.

Keep stacking days.

It’s hot.

I get cranky when it’s hot.

It’s hot, so I’m cranky.

Tookcmy cranky out on yall and said I wasn’t writing today. Cuz it’s hot, I am cranky and nobody reads the dumb blog anyway.

Which made me cranky with this dumb blog.

Which made me reach for the Lucky Charms.

Empty!

Crap.

NOW, I’m cranky with an empty box, all of yall for no good reason, my blog, with God, with Life, with….EVERYTHING, EVERYBODY AND EVERY OTHER DUMB THING CUZ IT’S HOT!!

Hot, cranky, hungry and annoyed, I contemplated stating that way the whole day.

I drug my contemplative, hot, cranky, hungry, annoyed self to the kitchen to load the dishwasher and make some grilled cheese.

I stomped my hot, cranky, unfulfilled dream self to the Keurig and made myself a cup of coffee to remind myself to keep being good to myself regardless how I felt.

My annoyed self sniffed disdainfully at Irish cream buttered grilled cheese, irritably snatched up a steaming cup of breakfast blend goodness and…

Ah.

Aha!

Reminding myself to keep stacking the days, meaning to keep trying no matter what, I sat back and wondered what to do with the rest of my rescued evening.

Hhmmm.

May as well keep talking to myself in a blog no one reads, in heat that won’t end, Lucky Charmless but lucky to be loved, still.

Cup of coffee, anyone?

hot but here,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Keep going. Even when it’s hot. Especially when it makes no sense. Is crucial when it appears all is lost and nothing shall ever move in your favor. These are signs you are almost there. Keep going!!

Don’t let doubt have the last word.

Me and doubt have been fighting.

For weeks.

Doubt says my dreams will NEVER come true.

I doubt that.

I told doubt my time WILL come.

Doubt laughed and said, I doubt it.

I told doubt that no doubt it had NO clue what God and Life had in store for me.

Doubt just kept laughing, doubting I understood the magnitude of my failure.

Ha!

I doubt that!

Doubtless,  I informed doubt I was choosing to believe anyway. Told doubt God would come through. In HIS time.

Like Doubting Thomas, doubt said it needed to see some proof.

I told doubt that I doubted God or Life would give it the time of day.

I shared, with doubt, ALL of the things God and Life had already saw me through. I asked doubt how it could doubt God’s promises after all I HAVE accomplished.

Doubt began to doubt and told me it would be right back.

I told doubt not to bother about coming back and to stop bothering me.

I wonder if it shall come back after it’s latest defeat?

I doubt it!

doubting everything but Him,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It’s okay to fight with doubt. Just don’t allow doubt to win. Doubt just likes to make sure you mean what you say. Do you? Ah. Aha!

Get out of your feels.

Get out of your feels!

Your feels do NOT speak for your future.

Your feels have NO idea what is in store for your life.

Your feels are blind. So, your feels can get all up in it’s feels and will then allow themselves to feel:

Afraid.

Alone.

Weary.

Tired.

Discouraged.

Discombobulated.

Dis, dat, and the other thing.

Tell feels to get out they feels and get back to trusting. Tell feels to get some act right whether they feel like acting right or not!

Get out of your feels, beloveds. It’s okay to have your feelings. It’s important to allow yourself to feel.

Yet, we can NEVER allow our feels to take over and scare us half to death with their tales of woe of which they no not what’s coming.

The ONLY thing we do know is life changes. On the daily. On the regular. Yet, we MUST remain steady, unmoved, reliable.

We are no longer children who have to be forever coddled and cuddled. We understand life is just that. Life. Life MUST be lived on it’s own terms. We don’t get to change things because we all up in our feels getting in God and Life’s way.

I say this to myself as well as you, beloveds. If I had listened, to my feels, I would have stopped writing ages ago. I would have given up, years ago. I would have counted myself out, long time ago.

Now, I have NO idea if the only one who will ever see this blog is me. No matter. I have grown. So much. From trying. From reaching out. From encouraging myself to keep believing in and for folks.

Your participation is welcome. Yet, my try is not contingent upon you. It used to be, I admit. My try used to be, at times, a direct reflection of who would or who would not reach back when I loved.

When silence greeted me back, I hurt. I withdrew from God, from Life, from me.

No longer.

I love.

I reach out.

The silence still hurts.

Yet, I shall love anyway.

Someone needs to know they are loved and that they are NOT alone. I have hope my words shall find them. I pray daily th words find them.

Will they?

Will they, if found, be enough?

I may never know.

This no longer matters to me.

All that matters is you, beloveds.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU.

You may not be everyone’s flavor.

That’s okay.

Your too much IS someone else’s just right.

So, get out your feels and keep trying.

Your turn SHALL come.

Your turn is already here.

here for you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I was all up in my feels this morning. Had a nice pity party. Let myself have a fantastic one. Then made my feels get up and get on with the rest of my day. Life is short. Get going.

My dream(s) have awakened: Lucky Charms at midnight.

I am stirred.

Stirrings are stirring me.

So stirred, I find myself steered towards another smartly purchased box of Lucky Charms.

This time, I find my dreams beckoning me. Like the prize, in a box of Cracker Jack, my heart scrounges to find SOMETHING within each spoonful of Lucky Charms.

Lucky Charms makes me feel like an innocent kid, once again.

Diving in, milk rudely tumbling down old cheeks, I find the kid who dreamed of sitting in front of a crashing ocean, writing of all the things life may have in store for me.

Decades later, I spoon my dreams and wonder if I will ever hold them, within my own hands.

Who knows?

I can still dream.

I do.

I find Lucky Charms to contain the wisdom of the wide world to this child heart, called me.

Where shall I go?

What shall I grow up to BE?

I hope I never grow up.

I hope I always stay this searching, silly, serious, ridiculous, coffee drinking, be about being about it goofball who believes…

Who believes.

Ah.

Aha!

believing in spite of every evidence to the contrary,

Sweetpea(aka Cassandra)

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Your dreams are just that. YOURS. Dreams. They are precious. They are priceless. As are you. Life is short. Have a bowl of Lucky Charms with me and wonder/wander amongst your dreams. I shall continue to ask God and Life to help me make some come true. Who knows? God does and He ain’t telling.

I love you.

Keep loading…

Keep loading.

It’s hot.

I’m tired.

Dishes have started to pile up.

A sign, old habits, are wanting to come back.

A sign, fatigue is trying to make a coward of my try.

I keep reminding myself to keep loading the dishwasher.

I keep reminding myself to keep loading my mind with positive things.

I keep reminding myself to keep loading my heart/spirit with uplifting things.

There are so many things I could be loading my mind with:

Bills.

More bills.

Less money.

No money.

Yikes!

*Cassandra reminds herself to keep loading the dishwasher and keep it moving.*

Gotta go, beloveds, the dishwasher calls.

Be encouraged.

Keep going.

I know the length of the hard can get to be trying. Keep trying. I am with you. I just want to plop down, in the middle of the road, and have a big tantrum. Is much too hot for that. Whew! Who knows? What we are waiting for may be just ’round that next bend. Cmon. Let’s go. We got this…

Dance/sing your way out.

I am singing.

I am dancing.

I am caterwalling.

Life is being life. Yet, I am singing, dancing, caterwalling my way out.

I didn’t used to. Not, for me. I would encourage the world. I would tote their hard. I would champion their this, the thats, and the other things. For, them. Yet, for me, often, I would be so tired, so defeated, so just over it I would dismiss me and think ‘It’s just you. You will get to yours later’. Dummy me.

No more.

I fight as hard, if not more so, for ME, as I do, for the world. I OWE it, to me, to give my all. ALL of me. To, for, with me.

My life matters.

It does.

MY thoughts matter.

They do.

MY heart matters.

It sure enough does.

So, I find myself, here, now, laughing with the hard, as I sing, dance and caterwall my way through this thing called life.

This morning, day had to drag me out of the bed. And, I mean dddddddddddddddddddddddrrrraaagggg me, kicking and screaming, to the bathroom, out the bathroom, to the Kuerig, past the Kuerig, into work attire, to my workstation. Then, poor day, had to pop my fingers, to get them moving. Yep, day even had to borrow my foot and have it tap my rear, tastefully yet firmly, to get me to getting after it.

Now, day and I are having a blast. We are working through the hard. We are fighting the good fight. Yes, I am tired. Yet, day keeps on telling me to keep going, keep trying, keep growing, keep on showing up. It sure is hard to ignore day when she is all fired up this way. Makes me want to keep going.

Even God, Life, Jesus, Yikes!, Egads! and the rest showed up to keep me lifted through some unexpected grief and extra tired which showed up, on my doorstep, last night. Dummy night let them both in whilst I was sleeping…*pout*. Super glad day had things already worked out. God and day had been coversing. God reminded day this was the day that He had made for me to rejoice in. Day reminded me of this, I agreed. Off we went and told night to go on ahead and kick dem rocks. Night kicked. Day and I kicked a-…*opps*…ehem…..

Sing, dance, your way out, through, with hard.

You got this.

You can.

You shall.

You already have.

rooting for all,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

You are blessed.

You are blessed.

If you got up this morning…

You are blessed.

If you can read these words…

You are blessed.

If you can comprehend these words…

You are blessed.

If your get up and go has somehow stayed…

You are blessed.

If you have a roof over your head…

You are blessed.

If you have a meal in your tummy…

You are blessed.

If you have fam/friends who care…

You are blessed.

If you have love in your heart…

You are blessed.

If your try is trying still…

You are blessed.

If your coworkers laugh at your corny jokes…

You are blessed.

If you have a ridiculous sense of humor…

If you can put one foot in front of another when the other part of you just wants to get gone…

You are blessed.

If you can laugh with, in spite of, tears…

You are blessed.

If you have a goof like me, in your life…

You are blessed.

I am.

*Cassandra turns from the mirror and carries on with her blessed life.*

blessed,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Life is short. We are all blessed more than we know. Count yours. Bet you have more than originally thought, eh?