I belong.
I belong here.
I BELONG HERE!
Nuff said.
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Keep claiming your spot. Keep staking your claim.
You belong.
You matter.
Now, get out there and LIVE! Asking for A Friend.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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!🥰🤣🤗
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Begin as many times as you need to.
Just begin.
Start over as many times as you need to.
Just start.
Try as many times as you need to.
Just try.
Me: Okay.
trying again,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Let’s go. We got thangs to do.
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.🤔😎🤣🥰❤
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
What you are:
A magnificent soul.
A beautiful individual.
One of one.
Outstanding.
Caring.
Loving.
Loved.
Since you are all these things and more, beloveds, how about bringing YOU to this table called life? The world needs what only YOU can provide.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: What are you waiting for?
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
What you are NOT:
Your job.
Your wallet.
Your house.
Your surroundings.
Beloveds, you work so you can pay your bills. Your worth is NOT tied in how much you work.
Beloveds, you use your money, from working, to pay your bills. Your value is NOT in how much you have, or do not have, in your bank account.
Beloveds, where you live, how big your house is, how tiny your apartment is, the fact you are unhoused, does NOT define your worth.
Beloveds, your surroundings are simply a manifestation of where you are:
Emotionally.
Physically.
Spiritually.
Right now, my wallet is empty. At the moment, my place is disheveled. At this hour, my body is tired.
And, that’s okay. I’m STILL me. I STILL have value. I’m STILL a precious soul.
As are YOU. Cut yourself some slack. You CAN and you WILL make the needed changes as you heal, rest, grow etc.
In the meantime, do what you can. Rest, when you can. Acknowledge, where you are.
You don’t have to be about being about it 24/7.
reminding me and you,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: 😎
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
No longer afraid to be loud. 🥰
Nuff said!!
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
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.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
I am done, beloveds, with carrying on about how much life has been unfair these past few years.
It has. So what? I’m STILL here.
I’M STILL HERE!
Ha!
Life is good. Even when it’s hard.
Be encouraged.
Keep trying.
Say ‘ow’ as much as you need to. Then, get up and kick some tail, of your own! We got some get back to get back to, eh?
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: It’s okay to cry ‘uncle’ when your arm has been about ripped out of it’s socket. Heal up. Then, pop the hard upside the head!
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Turn around.
Face it.
Head on.
Don’t run from it.
Don’t hide from it.
The answer(s) may be found within it.
Nuff said.
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
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!
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Fear.
Face it.
The future.
Embrace it.
Anxiety.
Face it.
The unknown.
Embrace it.
Hard times.
Face it.
Uncertainty
Embrace it.
You CAN. You WILL. You have to. You have too many thangs to do, otherwise!
rooting for us all,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: We got this.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
The outcome of the game does NOT define you. The score doesn’t make you a winner.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Too often, beloveds, we use the score to determine if we are winning, in life, or not. The score, more often than not, has very precious little with whether we are winning or not.
It depends on your meaning of ‘winning’. What does winning look like to you?
Right now, I am winning. Not in the bank account. Not in the work area. Not in the grieving area.
So, where the world, you may ask, am I winning?
I woke up this morning.
I woke up the morning before that.
I woke up the morning before that.
Rinse.
Repeat.
Right now, beloveds, ALL my energy is going towards simply getting up, making a cup of coffee, making lemonade, lemon meringue, lemon tarts, lemon pudding, and a million different concoctions from all of these blasted lemons that life continues to hand me. Holy Smokes!
I am finding my way. Just a smidge. My good habits truly have been keeping me in good stead. My good habits would NOT allow me to hide beneath a pile of comforters and solitude.
My good habits made me:
Put on the coffee.
Pick up my blue screwdriver.
Hold a terribly offkey concert to any and all unfortunates within earshot.
Yes, my heart wobbles. Yea, I have no idea if grief will stroll behind me and give me a hug.
Still, I rejoice. Still, I sing. Badly. Lustily. Full, of life. Why? Good habits? Cuz Life says so?
Cuz, I say so.
What of you?
Enjoy your life. Stop taking score. Do your best. You are going to come out on top. You are going to finish last. So what? Which outcome means more? Be satisfied you entered the arena and played.
Let’s continue to be about being about it.
I’m getting enough pieces done to get through the rest of the month. I have to go back to work next week. If I can. I’m going to give it my best effort(s). I am hoping the panic attacks won’t return. Goodness and gravy panic attacks are NO fun.
I am being better to myself. I am cutting myself more slack. In the past, I would have blamed myself for even having panic attacks. I would have lectured myself. I would have told myself to get a grip. I would have admonished myself.
Now, I tell myself it’s okay. I tell myself I WILL be okay. Some kind of way. In the meantime, I am STILL a worthwhile person panicked, tired, grief-stricken and all. This, too, shall pass. I am doing my utmost to stay me in the midst of all this what in the fresh hell.
Be encouraged. Enjoy your day. Me and my blue screwdriver have been lighting up the living room with wails, er, song, for the past little while. I sure do feel sorry for the neighbors…smh.
In case no one has told you today: I love you. So does He. Have an amazing rest of today.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
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