I have had wee early morning coffee and felt like a real writer writing over wee hour morning coffee.
I have prepared a delicious heaping of supe buttery grilled toast which is staring impatiently at me. We have a date with the Star Wars Trilogy, dontcha know?!
Okay, okay! I’m coming.
I have a delicious rest of the day to get in all manner of foolishness as we save the galaxy from The First order.
Am off, beloveds. Off to save the world and see if I can turn Keylo Ren’s heart back to the light. He is a tough nut to crack.
Let us be off! Somebody turn down the lights and bring the 🍿. Hand my that Sprite there, wouldja?
Have an awesome day. Don’t waste a bit of it fretting over things you can’t do a bit about or for. If you could you already would have, eh? So, what the world you wasting your day fretting in what is or what may be? It either is, was or will be without your help. Cut out all that carrying on and help me win over the galaxy…
I am getting back to doing what I have ALWAYS loved:
Writing, in the middle of the night.
I don’t know why I get such a kick out of writing in the wee hours. It feels, to me, like me and God are the only ones that are up this time of night. Of course, I know this is not actually true. It just feels that way.
So, I ramble and day dream and write and pray and hope. All in the wee hours, of the night. This is a quandary, though. Being alert and vibrant until dawn calls me for a nap. Yet, I have to then get up and get about my work days so I can pay the bills.
A girl can’t be up 24/7 so it has been a fight, for decades, to find the time to write and still be able to be effective at work. Enough to make one put down the pen. Just too hard to not have time to do as I really want to do.
Now….*shrug*. Am playing the waiting game whilst God and Life work out the how of this thing so I can be about being bout it in the middle of the night doing my thing.
Til then, life is short. We only get one go around so I am going around, spending a bit of time, with my dream, today. I have no idea how many days I have left. May as well spend as many wee hours as I can carrying on, with the night, until dawn reminds me that day will be here for me soon.
Hey there, dreams, will you knock on my door, today?
Part of me time is making sure to fill yourself with positives and energy and what not to carry you through whatever the day and life may bring.
Don’t wait, beloveds, on when you find the time or feel like it. be sure to fill up on positive thoughts. Feed yourself with some joy, peace, and love. Mostly, give yourself plenty of leeway and runway.
Make it perfectly okay to mess up at least ten times a day. More, if the day calls for it.
Make room for some laughs. Take extra, in fact. Your day may call for it.
Make time for some love. Take oodles with you. Love on some you. Then love on some me. Then love on some others. As many peeps and folks as you can get your hands and your heart around.
Make merry.
Make jello.
Make grilled cheese.
Make coffee.
Whatever you need to make it through, get about making it.
Life is short.
Yet, long enough to give it ALL you have got.
Turn in an empty cup, at the end of the day.
What a glorious day, this day has already turned out to be. No matter how the day may turn out.
I love this saying. Folks are so busy trying to emulate and be someone else they have not the first clue who THEY are. What THEY feel. What THEY need. What THEY want.
Life is so very short.
Do, you.
Be, you.
The rest will come out in the wash, as old folks used to and still say.
I enjoy being me. Enjoy, tremendously, the dumb things I tend to say and do.
I enjoy that I enjoy allowing myself to be silly and goofy and all the icky emotions apparently grown folk ought not to feel. Not sure who started all the supposeds tos and shoulds and should nots. Not even sure why folks are following folks advice when they don’t even know if said advice is even working for these silently staring and judgy folk…*shrug*.
Anywho, I enjoy that I like to say anywho and N-E-Waze knowing it is getting on judgy folks last nerves. For, I am supposed to be using thisers and thaters and thou saith and thus becauseth and all that super apparently more spiritual type banter folk think ought be used.
Truth be told, I yak at God in all manner of ways. Some times, when I am feeling especially dumb, I yak at Him in a bit of slang. I say ‘I love me some You, Lord’. This makes Him smile. He knows, full well, many folks get all gaspy and such.
Of course, I have healthy reverence for Him. He IS, after all. Yet, He is:
My, Friend.
My, Counselor.
My,…
My, o, my….He is.
‘Nuff said.
I enjoy that I enjoy saying ’nuff said. Knowing this is not particularly great writing etiquette. Yet, it’s MY writing style. I made it. I make the decision to use fifty commas or none. I do so, in part, to laugh at myself. It’s my way of telling myself to ‘chill out’.
There was a time, beloveds, where EVERY sentence had to be perfect. Down to the font. Down to the font size. Down to the font color. Let alone, the width between paragraphs. The this of the piece. The that of the piece. Goodness and gracious. Everything just HAD to be perfect.
So perfect, in fact, I despaired things could never BE perfect. Which caused me to make the choice to stop writing until I had the ‘right’ tools. Until I had money. Until I had time. Until I had this. Until I had that. Until God did this. Until Life showed me that.
Until.
Until.
Until….
Enough!
It was enough.
One day, I just did as God, as Life just asked me to do from jump….
Write, God said.
Write, Life said.
I don’t know how, I said.
I don’t know what, I said.
Write anywho, God said.
Write N-E-Waze, Life said.
LOL, I said.
I wrote, anywho.
I write, N-E-Waze.
The moral of this piece, you ask?
You tell me.
Too many are waiting for some entity, group, person to tell them what to think and how to live.
Time for folks to use their own hat racks and get to living some life for themselves.
I have been watching Rey from Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Star Wars: The Last Jedi, and Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. Over and over. For, weeks.
*Cassandra wakes half the neighborhood singing ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ by Stevie Wonder to herself, about herself*
YYYYAAAAAASSS!!
Affirm yourself, beloveds.
You don’t need he, she, her, Him, they, this, that or the other to make you, break you or take you anywhere you do not choose to be or do.
The ONLY thing broken is the chains breaking up off your heart, your life and ALL that pertains to you.
HEEYYYY!!
*Cassandra pauses the music long enough to answer the pounding at her door. Cassandra lets in a tuxedo-wearing Jesus and cuts a rug eith The Great King!*
YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAASSSSS!
Get on down with us, beloveds. Celebrate the AWESOME life called you.
While working through the work day, I forgot to be sad.
While being about being about it, I forgot to be sad.
While sharing the burden of a loved one, I forgot to be sad.
While pouring my heart out to God, I forgot to be sad.
While, doing meal prep whilst singing badly, still, I forgot to be sad.
While showering a night’s worth of sad, disappoinment, and anger, I forgot to be sad.
While counting all my blessings, I forgot to be sad.
While acknowledging how far I have come, I forgot to be sad.
While recognizing how far I have to go, I forgot to be sad.
Sad got mad and took off.
Makes me no never mind. I had forgotten ’bout her anywho…*shrug*
hopeful,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
P.S. If you may have noticed, I like to end my pieces by calling out where, what and whose I am. Sometimes, it’s good, it’s necessary to declare where, what and whose you are. Get after it.
“I don’t know how I am going to get through this day”.
The words that were running through my head. Those same words were drug into the shower with me. Those same words had a cup of coffee shoved down their throat. Those same words got to work and did the day. Those words completed the shift. Those words encouraged as many folks as I could reach today. T hose words looked up and the sun was setting on those words.
“I don’t know how I am going to get through tomorrow”.
Tomorrow: Ask me in the morning…
lol,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I had zero strength to fool with my own foolishness. Decided to encourage as many hearts as I could get my hands on. Somebody, somewhere, some kind of way needed to be lifted up, today. Completely forgot about my carryings on to even carry on. So, I carried on and carried, lugged and toted someone else’s water, today. Will tote some more, tomorrow. Yet, tomorrow said stop worrying about her and enjoy the rest of my day, today. I shall….
No matter. You still have time. Go to the door. Open said door. Then, usher anxt, fear, doubt and ALL their friends on up outta your heart and your life.
This life truly is what YOU make it to be.
God and Life will NOT stop you from kicking your own hind end. They will wait. Patiently. For your act right to start acting right so YOU can do what needs to be done.
No need in carrying on and crying to Him when your needs are not met. He gave you His Word, through His Word, the bible, to stand on, to claim, to utilize, to kick the holy hell outta death, hell and the grave. Is not His Fault when you run past His Provisions and snatch up anxiety who will bring ALL if it’s friends with. they are just waiting for the opportunity to pounce.
So, best be about building the best day you can. This day was made for you to rejoice and be glad in it.
Now, don’t get all up in my grill. I ain’t The One who wrote all these outlandish quotes and scriptures. I just stand on them and ask/demand/claim/receive ALL that He promised me. The meeting of the needs is a He Problem. Not yours.
The day shall and did have it’s end. How shall you end it?
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