Tag: self-improvement

This grief…

This grief…

does not define me.

This grief…

is NOT me.

This grief…

is like a splinter that MUST be removed!

This grief…

is a friend who brings the opportunity to say goodbye.

This grief…

is opportunity to let go.

This grief…

is NOT my new normal.

This grief…

is just that: grief.

Knowing these things, I move FORWARD.  Understanding these things,  I look UP.

I’m in the have to stage of hard. I have to. I can’t base my try on anyone or anything else.

I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.

Be encouraged.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I didn’t think I could do today. I didn’t know HOW. Try simply asked me to try. I tried. I did. Be encouraged. We got this. And, even when WE don’t got this, He has got this.🥰🙏👍

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Ah, sis…

Wombie and I literally finished each others sentences for 57 years. What do I DO with me now?😳

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: 🤷🏿‍♀️

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Don’t allow the stress to stress you out.

I’m trying to make a memorial video for sis.

So far, I have done NOTHING, but:

Stress out.

Stress some more.

Stress about not stressing.

Stress about telling myself to RELAX.

How stressful!

I could feel wombie telling me to “relax”.

I took a breath.

I took a break.

I told myself not to focus on being perfect. Sis and I never had a perfect relationship. Why would/should I expect her leaving to be perfect, for my grieving to be smooth, for the present to be anything but the 🎢 roller-coaster life has been, since sis passed away. Ah, sis, what do I DO with me now?

Finally, finally, FINALLY, I began to remember what I had forgotten. As we speak, my clumsy attempt at saying goodbye is being downloaded so I can upload the video. Or, was I supposed to upload it so I can download it? 😁🤷‍♀️

We shall see what comes out in the wash. The sound may be spotty, the background music may be too loud, my too loud voice may be too low from grief and fatigue.

That’s okay. It will be the best me I could be for her. For whosoever will happen upon a video one ought never have to make.

I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me. Don’t allow stressful circumstances to stress you out. Do what you can. Reach out for help and support. Stand on FAITH. Tell fear to kick rocks. Pray. Laugh. Rejoice. Live. Love. Live some more. Rinse. Repeat.

Keep moving FORWARD. Keep looking UP. We got this. God has us all.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: This has been THE hardest 7 days of my life. Hands down. Losing all my savings, losing mom, having a 🌪 tornado in the yard was NOTHING compared to the last 7 days. Yikes.😳🌪🎢😥😭😡🧓😴🍍☔️😱

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Definitions: I choose.

I choose not to be defined by hidden anger.

I choose not to be defined by current grief.

I choose not to be defined by misdirected emotions.

I choose.

Ah.

Aha!

What do YOU choose, beloveds. There are no victims here.

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Do NOT fall for the foolishness that you are helpless, hopeless, or any of the less that we have been taught to feel.

Be encouraged.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

I refuse to be the tornado 🌪.

I refuse to be the tornado 🌪.

I refuse to allow anger to destroy my present.

I refuse to allow grief to disrupt my future.

Yes, I am angry at death.

Yes, I grieve.

Still, life goes on.

I CHOOSE life.

I choose to tell anger that it shall NOT speak for me.

Anger is an imposter. Anger disguises what is truly felt. I choose to deal with my actual grief, disbelief, despair, and wondering, in real time. Now. Here.

Beloveds, life gets to lifing. Don’t hide. It’s okay to despair. It’s okay to not be okay until you are okay.

I generally try to limit myself from bombarding folk inbox with my love and care.

Please understand, beloveds. Life is short. I don’t know how many days I have left. I don’t know how many days YOU have left.

I don’t know who may need what words. I don’t know which words may be needed by what person. So, I write. As God told me. Receive, if needed.

Yet, don’t discard these words. They are costing me everything. 😢

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I am doing my level best to encourage as many as I can. Even as I grieve. Even as I wonder.

I refuse to allow death to mark my days with sadness. I am sad. Still, I have joy. Still, I look forward to my future.

Life is more than the pain you have suffered, beloveds. Life is so very much more than your unrealized dreams. Live. Love. Laugh. Rejoice. Through the hard. In the rain. We got this. Okay, we may not got this today. But that’s okay. I love you.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Write, God said to me.

God: Write.

Me: I don’t know how.

God: Write.

Me: I don’t know what to say.

God: Write.

Me: Okay.

writing when even as I don’t know what to say now other than “what in the actual fuck, sis?”,


Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: God gave me this same mandate, beloveds, just after mom passed away. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

Back then, I was ready for the words clamoring to burst from my tattered soul. So, I didn’t. So, I couldn’t. For years. Eventually, pen jumped into my unwilling hands. I wrote.

Now, I am not ready for the words clamoring to burst from my tattered soul. I write anyway. I have no idea what my heart shall reveal.

We shall see, beloveds, in real time. Together. Ah, God. What do I DO with me now. Asking for a friend.

Be encouraged. Life is good. Even when unbelievably cruel, heartless, mean, fucked up, whacked out.😳😢😡🤯😭🤬😠🤯☔️☔️🤮🤢🤦‍♀️😵‍💫😲😥☕️🏈📺🚽

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

Anger will NOT have the last word today.

Anger will NOT have the last word today.

Nuff said.
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Look down, beloveds. What have you CHOSEN to stand on today? What you are standing on, YOU have chosen.

You can’t blame life. You can’t blame others. You can’t blame your circumstances.

Okay, you could blame those things. You’d be incorrect. Once the thing has been done, you DECIDE.  YOU act. YOU choose.

I choose to try. I choose love. I choose to wade through the hard. Be encouraged. We got this. I promise this is the last piece for the day. I think.

Still, I think losing my twin should give me an unlimited reaching out pass for the day.

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

It’s a have to now.🍋

Life has gone and got all up in my face, beloveds.

Life: What are you going to do NOW, Cassandra?

Me: Sheeeeeuuuuit.

It’s a have to, beloveds. Life has challenged me. Life may be challenging you.

Whatcha gonna DO with your hard?

figuring out the doing of this particular brand of wtf,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be encouraged. Keep moving FORWARD. Keep looking UP. Remember, we CAN. We WILL. It just seems impossibly hard, right now. We have overcome many a hard thing, beloveds. We SHALL overcome this later pile of…uh, oh. Smh

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

It WILL be okay, okay?🍋

I am making some lemon meringue pie with the lemons life has brought.

Sustained anger, beloveds, can and WILL turn destructive. IF we let it.

I CHOOSE to tell anger to kick rocks. I have thangs to do. Yes, I am angry. Yes, I want to kick and scream.

Alas, I do have a job to prepare for. I DO have a life to live in the middle of all this freshly painted what in the fresh hell.

I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.

Hurt as you must. Rage as you will. Then, love someone. Starting with you.

We SHALL find a way. Some kind of what. Sure is tough to stay pissed for long when you are called and meant to be an encourager. Crap.😳🤔🤗

It’s okay to let grief have her say. Just don’t allow her to be a permanent resident…

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Be good to you whilst life appears to be picking on your life. Life is just lifing. Fresh heckamiah. I am currently listening to some praise music and praying for all needing comfort. Starting with me. Let me hear from you. You may encourage someone who really do need some comfort…

One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!

God, can I be loud(angry) today?🤬

God, can I be loud(angry) today?🤬

asking for A Friend,
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: I am going to try and use my anger for good today.

Today, I rage for EVERY heart who has/have to:

Suck it up.

Go to work.

Keep it moving.

Keep moving FORWARD.

Keep looking UP.

Hold on.

Hold fast.

Stand ten toes down on FAITH.

Keep hope alive.

Find peace in the day.

Seize opportunity.

Pay bills.

Uplift others.

Encourage others.

Love others.

Love yourself.

Eat.

Pray.

Rinse.

Repeat.

…when they are the very LAST things you want to do.

Beloveds, we have to. We will. But, not today. Today, we gone feel what we feel. Today, we are going to chuck some lemons at whosoever is foolish enough to give us platitudes today. Today, we hide our hurt, anger, fear, anxiety, sad and ALL the things that beset us, and have a damned temper tantrum for the whole world to see that we don’t give two damns about worrying on THEIR feelings about OUR pain. Fuck that. Our pain IS legit. I rage for us all. Tomorrow, I shall return to my uplifting self. Today, fuck that. I am fixing to start a fuck that series on my channel. Should be interesting.

Be encouraged, beloveds. We got this. Yes, even THIS pile of excrement delivered in lemon rinds.



One step.

One step.

One step.

You are loved.

You are NOT alone.

Keep on being…YOU!