It has been hard to hear joy. It has been hard to feel anything but pain.
Even my ow is saying ow!
My heart goes to bed hurting. It wakes up howling. Neither of us feels like doing yet another pain-filled day. Crimeny!
Pain, having compassion for me, sidled up and reminded me of something.
I smiled. I got on with my day, pain in tow.
Pain and I had coffee. We watched YouTube. We had more coffee. We argued over the remote. I won.
I just stopped by to tell someone the same something that set me free a long time ago:
You are NOT your pain.
Yea, pain can be a bully and yells a lot. Still, pain can be a friend as it points to where healing needs to take place.
Pain also accompanies healing as it takes place, during the surgery, in the recovery room.
Pain can often act as a stop sign, a truth teller, a litigator.
The trick is in knowing how to process and deal with pain.
We are NOT our pain. We do NOT have to accept pain because it’s what we have become used to.
Pain is never meant to stay. Pain was never meant to be permanent.
Don’t let pain have the last word. Don’t even let pain be in charge. Locate the source of it. Remove yourself from it, if need be.
Stop using the pain to punish yourself. If you are doing dumb things, that are causing pain to kick your hiney, stop doing the dumb thing. Then, forgive yourself and keep it moving.
Get away from painful relationships. Love is NOT pain. Love does NOT have to hurt. Love is NOT filled with thorns. Hurt PEOPLE hurt people.
You SHALL overcome. You SHALL find the way.
In the meantime, go on ahead and toss pain into the shower. Get out the shower and make it do what it do with what you have to do it with. 🤣
It feels good to laugh again. If only on these blog pages.
Your surroundings do NOT determine how your story ends.
Okay, beloveds, now that we have got THAT excuse out of the way, how about we make 2026 as transformative as we can make it?
Notice, I said “transformative” NOT transactional.
I’m doing my best to be as transformative, as I can be. Why? Because life is short.
And, maybe, my life has something that can be of service to someone(s). I have been arguing with myself about my forever quest to serve folk who could give two hoots about me. I have been fussing with God about this ALL my life.
He keeps reminding me just to love folk. Periodt and He will do the rest. The rest of what, beloveds? I have been waiting for for decades to find out.🤔😁🤣
I’ve stopped wasting time lamenting about where I am not. How ’bout you?
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Our story has not seen it’s end. Let’s write some ridiculously corny chapters!🥰🤣🤗
The more I get up and do, the more I find I can do. Doing makes it awfully difficult to give up. Crapola. Feeling sorry for oneself seems much easier…*pout*.
Keep going. If I have to, then you have to as well.🤔😎🤣🥰❤
Note: It’s our time to open our mouths, beloveds, and let our hearts be as loud as they want and need to be.
What have YOU been wanting to say? How long are you going to allow fear or what others may think or say keep you from thinking and saying? Asking for A Friend.
Note: We have done enough running, beloveds, don’tcha think? How about we be about that life and kick some hind end, of our own? We can do so much more than we give ourselves credit for. Let’s go!
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