I’m fighting for YOUR dreams, beloveds. I have committed this day to yours.
My dreams seem just too heavy. So, I have set them down for the day. I told my try to rest. I got this. I’m going to give my try over to cheering on others today.
I was mad at my dreams last night. My dreams are NOT paying the bills. I need bills paid. I am doing my utmost to not allow desperation to overtake me and my dreams.
It’s okay to rest, beloveds. You just can’t quit. Not today. Not on the first of never. Not even on the second of we can do this later.
Go! Fight!!
Use your frustration to help you find another way. Make a new plan. Tweak the old one. Just keep doing SOMETHING.
With resignation. Almost, with me. I say almost because I ALMOST allowed resignation to have my dreams.
Disappointment was loud. Hope was being awfully timid. Patience stood by waiting on MY response.
God/Life/The Universe refused to get involved. This was MY fight. These were MY dreams. These dreams were mine to attend to, to fight for, to nurture, to champion, to relentlessly pursue.
Last night, I truly did seriously consider tossing my dreams aside. I told myself I would start looking for regular work on Monday. On Monday, beloveds, I was going to start living a life of quiet desperation.
To hell with that!!!π‘π―
I just stopped by to shake somebody. Dammit, we have quit on our dreams enough, already!
Enough!
Don’t you DARE give yourself permission to dismiss you and your dreams. They matter. You matter.
Flame out. Then, get back in the fight. I mean it. We have too blasted many thangs to do, beloveds. Our dreams may be wrapped up in each other’s dreams!
What if your dreams mixed up in mine? Your dreams are much too important for me to give up.
My words may hold your key. Your key may open my door. Ah, beloveds, keep going. Even when it’s especially hard right now.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: We CAN. We WILL. We have to. If you can’t have your dream today, go help someone else reach theirs.
When disappointment lands its final blow, get up and try again.
Periodt.
End of story.
Rinse.
Repeat.
I wanted to give up last night. I mean really give up!
I told myself “That’s it! I am TIRED of being disappointed!!”
I told myself I was NOT lifting another finger, when it came to my dreams.
I was done!
I was finished!
These damned dreams are much too disappointing!
They are too heavy!!
I felt like a clown.
I felt like an impossible imposter.
I STILL feel the fool.
My dreams woke my mad up this morning. Said we had thangs to do.
doing thangs, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: I put my whole heart, beloveds, into something. I was rejected so much as ignored. Completely.
I feel like a fool.
I feel:
Old.
Unable.
Incapable.
Alone.
Rejected.
Ugly.
Fat.
I did NOT want to drag my ugly, fat, old, lonely, incapable soul out of bed this morning.
I didn’t. I brought along my capable, able, ready, resilient, amazing self and started my day.
Yesterday’s try is done. Today I shall see if I flame out more brilliantly than yesterday’s apparent face plant. I fight on. You do the same.
Keep going. Keep moving FORWARD. Keep looking UP. Don’t give up because the day’s results gave you an emphatic no. Tomorrow’s results may contain the yes you have been waiting for. You’ll never know it you allow your loud disappointment to cause you to quietly quit.
I will never again quiet quit on my dreams. That’s why I stormed in here so loudly. THIS is when I must be the loudest. I have finally answered the question I have been asking all my life:
One of the things I am working on is speaking to different segments.
Yes, the words can be and are meant to be consumed, enjoyed and pilfered by ALL.
So, I tailored my “Becoming” piece as a shout out to sistas.
By the by, beloveds, you can consider me your sista, regardless of your race.
Why? Because, to me, a sista is someone you can be yourself with. Your sista will check you when you are out of pocket. Your sista will watch your back. Your sista will support you. Your sista will go through hellfire to make sure you are okay.
Your sista will pray for you. Your sista will let you ugly cry with no judgment. Your sista will commiserate you when you have been a real idiot.
Your sista is like a Swiss Army Knife. π€π€£ππ€·ββοΈππ₯°π€·ββοΈ
I challenge you to take five minutes per day to work on your dreams. You can add more time. But, start with five. Then, five more. Then…
You get my point.
This latest effort was not as rough as before. It buffers a bit but gets to the end. Yay!
I did not edit out the speaking mistakes. Not yet. I want to enjoy just enjoying my screw ups. Super healing for that part of me who used to be THE worst taskmaster.
I didn’t need to worry about others chastising me. I had that down pat. Yikes!
We live and we learn. Hopefully.
Learning, is a choice. Accepting we will make mistakes, is a choice. Learning, from said mistakes, is a choice.
I am looking forward to today’s goodies. It’s fantastic wondering what all The Universe has in store for ME. Ah, God. I’m ready.
God, here, is my try. Here, is my love. Here is today’s prayer for every tender heart:
Walk with those who are lonely. Answer those who call. Seek those in need. Give, according to our efforts. Give, because You promised You would. Soothe every aching heart. Give rest to the weary. Make a way where there has been none. Help us to look beyond our own needs. Help us to be a light. Know that I love You just cuz. Your Daughter, Cassandra. πβ€π₯°
Have an amazing day, beloveds. The weekend is upon us. Get some rest.
Another masterpiece. I am particularly pleased the background music is not super loud.
I enjoyed my try. I forgot that I don’t know what I am doing. I forgot about not feeling well. I forgot about limitations.
I simply enjoyed the process. How simple.
Have an amazing day today, beloveds. Do ONE thing that will take you closer to your dream.
Take ONE step. A tiny step. A shaky step. Still, it will have been a step. Go!
We got thangs to do, beloveds. The world awaits to open before you.
Get after it.
asking for A Friend, Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Who knew that it would take FIVE HOURS TO POST FIVE MINUTES OF CONTENT!?
What the what the?!
What in the fresh hell?!
Heckamiah Jeremiah!
I enjoyed every frustrating, exasperating, maddening minute. β€ππ₯°π€
What worked yesterday did NOT work today. Yesterday, I was able to embed the video here. Today, I had to fight just to get the Instagram link to post. Egads!
I hope you enjoy as much as I did. Be encouraged. Make it happen some kind of maddening way. Don’t let setbacks stop you from putting your effort out there.