Note: I didn’t feel like getting up this morning. I’m glad that I did. It has been a wonderful day. I have made countless mistakes. I have laughed at myself at least half a dozen times. I have praised God. I have sung songs terribly. I have danced in my chair. What a wonderful day this has turned out to be.
Sometimes, you just got to keep on walking. Keep going. You got this. For the billionth time, another storm system is going through. It plans on sticking around through tomorrow. I would have imagined the clouds would have ran empty or become bored by now.
Stay encouraged. I know. I know. It gets old. Who wants coffee?ππ
Are you moving closer to making those dreams a reality? Are you taking a step everyday? Are you trying just a little something every single day?
If not, don’t be hard on yourself. it takes courage to get up and try. It takes effort to get up and try even when you can’t find the courage. Take a step. Courage will find you as you take a step forward. Don’t rush. It will take as long as it will take.
What things do you hope to accomplish this year? If you have not already done so, go ahead and drop things down. right out a plan on how you can achieve something this year.
Where would you like to go? Daydream plan, then make it happen. You can do it. You can get there.
Be encouraged.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Have an amazing day today. Start over as many times as you need to. be sure to get in some me time.
Jimeny Cracker Jack’s and corn flakes!!…*this is Cassandra’s way of swearing*
The storm won’t stop pounding. I have told fear to shut up and am currently singing loudly/badly to “You Have Made Me Glad”. Am sure the neighbors appreciate the thunder over my singing. ππ€π€£
I just stopped by, again, to sit with someone, who is also going through some storms. Peace, be still, beloveds. This too shall pass. Geez, tho, God. Whew.
singing DURING the storm, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Hang in there. We got this. Short of that, you got me. Poor you.π€£π€ππππβ€π₯°
Today is the first anniversary of the tornado. Ha! Not!
Today is the day the Lord has made, as the bible says. I SHALL rejoice and be glad in it.
I beat the dawn this morning. I made coffee. I worked on my dreams for a few hours. I sang, badly, to early morning praise music.
I thanked God for my life. I thanked The Universe for being big enough to contain my dreams. I thanked Life for teaching me how to fight.
Then, I got on with my day. I have life to live. No time for standing over a grave. Last year happened. Am leaving last year in 2024, where it belongs. 2025 is a handful all on it’s own.π³π€£
I have much too much to do, beloveds. So do you.
The storm is raging. I am working in the midst of it. In fact, I recorded the voice over for the first piece I am going to put on YouTube next week. Badly. Clumsily it’s going up. I also created some cheesy intros and endings. I am going to see how many eyeballs I can cause to roll out of folks heads.π€£
I realize that I have never given myself permission to be:
Sad.
Mad.
Devastated…
By the devastating tornado from last Memorial’s Day Weekend. I was too busy making sure everyone was not too upset about me possibly being upset.
I realize I never gave myself permission to be:
Sad.
Mad.
Devastated…
That my job advised me to start working when I was too traumatized to breathe, let alone work.
I realize I never gave myself permission to be:
Sad.
Mad.
Devastated…
By ride or die “friends” who rode off not caring if I lived or died.
I realize I never gave myself permission to be:
Sad.
Mad.
Devastated…
By God allowing, by Life presenting, by The Universe orchestrating such a devastating turn of events.
I realize I’m tired of playing the “I’m alright” game.
I decided to do myself a service and be 100 with ME. I texted one or two and let them know I was turning off my phone for Memorial Day Weekend so I can process and move FORWARD.
I realize I am stuck. The tornado passed physically. Still, it has remained in the corner recesses of my mind. I am ready to be free of it.
I am proud of myself. It is super stormy. Instead of being afraid, I have made sure to hydrate, eat and rest. I have spent the day watching folk do incredibly dumb things on YouTube.
I just stopped by to encourage someone and let you know that it is perfectly okay to not be alright after devastation has befallen you.
I have grown lots. I have healed much. Yet, I have a bit of grieving to do. I was so busy looking out for the world, beloveds, I forgot about me. Don’t forget about you.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Life is good. Even when it’s hard. Give yourself permission and know you are NOT your pain. I love you. So does He.
All of those things have blown in with this latest storm, beloveds. Laughing at me. Taunting me. Reminding me a tornado showed up, a year ago tomorrow, and turned my life on it’s head.
I want to be angry. I’m not. I want to be sad. I kind of am. I want to give in to the fright of how in the hell am I going to pay next month’s rent. I can’t afford to do that now.
What will I DO instead?
Wait patiently.
Cry just a wee bit.
Keep moving FORWARD.
Keep looking UP.
I don’t know what God is going to do, beloveds. I know what I am going to do:
Keep on believing.
Keep on loving.
Keep on laughing.
Keep on hoping.
Keep standing on business.
Keep standing ten toes down.
I just stopped by to encourage those who are, quite frankly, sick and tired of weathering all these physical/spiritual/emotional storms all whilst maintaining our sanity/dignity/joy!…*stamps foot*
Be encouraged. This too SHALL pass.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I just threw a virtual tantrum/pity party so you don’t have to. Borrow this one then get on with your life. Take the day, if need be, to get out a bit of sad then pop some popcorn, watch an old movie and keep being about being about it.
I got up super early to spread as much of my love around as I could.
I sent love to everyone in my phone contacts. I spread my love to TikTok. I gave my love on Instagram. I left my love on my blog.
Satisfied, I went back to sleep. Generally, I don’t focus on results. I have learned, am learning still to put things out there and let be…be.
Today, for some reason, my heart secretly longed to be loved π back by the masses. I wasn’t. They didn’t. Scarcely a response. From anywhere.
My β₯ heart, saddened, I went back to sleep.
I woke. Refreshed. Still in love with the π world.
I checked my π± phone. One or advised they NEEDED that today, sharing heartache known only by them. I had NO idea they were going through.
I saw two likes on TikTok.Β Perhaps those two needed those words today.
My heart swells. It’s not always the number. It’s not always about us. God and The Universe woke me super easy to love the π world today. They knew who needed the words and made sure my love got to where it needed to be and get to.
Be encouraged, beloveds. Your labor is NOT in vain.
Take care of your beautiful heart. Love because you can. Someone needs some love. Start with you.
There is a rash of folk who are living their lives pretending.
They are pretending to work out, pretending to be rich, pretending to be entrepreneurs. How sad.
We are so much more than what we do or what we have.
Just be YOU, beloveds. You are one of one. You are unique.
You do NOT have to be someone or something you are not.
It’s okay to age. It’s okay to be young. It’s okay to have little. It’s okay to have lots.
You don’t have to live in a mansion. It’s okay to work a blue collar job.
We are ALL needed. In EVERY space.
I just stopped round to encourage folk to be themselves. The older you get, beloveds, the more you will understand that life is much too short to be concerned with the superficial.
Take care.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: You don’t have to be any one other than who you are. Keep being the beautiful person that you are.