Note: It sure has been mighty hard doing my why, beloveds. Why? Storms won’t stop. Bills won’t stop. Discouragement and disappointment absolutely refuses to stop bugging me. Therefore, I don’t stop. I can’t. I won’t. Crapola.
During especially tough moments, beloveds, it is CRUCIAL to understand these are nothing but tests. Simple as that. Yea, thse bad boys are loud. Yes, the storms are mighty impressive sounding and looking.
Still, these too SHALL pass. The ONLY important thing is how we determine to be/live/move AFTER all the hoopla has gone by.
I choose to be:
Victorious.
Joyful.
Hopeful.
Resilient.
Loving.
Caring.
Empathetic.
I choose to be/remain these things DURING the storms/trials. How about you?
My why is encouraging folk and reminding them they are loved and not alone. What’s your why? Let me know in the comments.🥰🙏💋
I have been digging out from under an awful bout of mini what in the fresh hell is this?!😳
Normally, I write my way out. I promised myself that I would encourage folk when feeling the most discouraged. Alas, discouragement has been more determined than I, this past while.
So much so, I considered deleting this blog, altogether.
Who cares about it, I asked myself?
I do, I answered back. Crap.
I have had to go back and update a good half dozen pieces. Something I have NEVER done in the five years I have been blogging.
Can I admit something? For the first time in forever, beloveds, I didn’t put the world first.
For the first time, beloveds, I allowed myself to sit with myself, to let myself NOT write, to encourage myself to do absolutely nothing and not feel like a big nothing.
I have put all my focus on getting eyeballs on my blog so I can encourage as many as I can. It has been incredibly embarrassing/disappointing/disheartening/discouraging to see almost no fruit of my labor.
I just stopped by to encourage someone to keep on keeping on. You ARE seen. You ARE heard. You ARE valued. Even when it doesn’t appear to be so.
God/The Universe/Life appreciates your every tear, your every effort, your every movement forward.
In the meantime, keep on being good to yourself. I care. If that means anything. So does He.
Bills, er, fear has a way of sapping the oomph out of one’s try. Tell your bills to shut up. Tell your fear to kick rocks.
Then, keep moving FORWARD. Keep looking UP. Keep standing on business. Keep standing on FAITH.
This time WILL pass, beloveds. How will it leave you? I plan on being/staying hopeful.
I must admit the silence is awfully loud. I just stopped ’round to encourage you to keep on being about being about it. If for no other reason than to annoy the hell out of fear due to your persistence.🤣🥰
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.😳🤣
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.🤣
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.
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.