My Cardboard Balcony

A few weeks ago, I mentioned how I was going to start doing a lot more with myself to progress in my careers and my passions. I mentioned book blurbing, teaching, seeking a secondary job, writing, reading, the works. I was very determined to put things into action, and for a while, I did, improving my productivity while reducing a lot of my anxiety. This week - and it's more a weird feeling than a bad one - everything's just sort of...slowed down. A couple of times, when asked how my life's been, I've confessed that I don't have much to talk about. True, that can be a good thing - no news is better than bad news. But as a part of my personality, I revel in being able to tell new stories and explore new ideas. When I mentioned how tired I was last introspection, I wasn't kidding - I had done a lot physically and mentally. Hell, since December, I've put myself into an exercise regimen and have already started toning up. I actually have some biceps now! T

Dibs by Belinda Roddie "The world is mine!" he screamed. "Nope. Mine," she replied.

I found my way to the clearance section of the department store, ignoring the stink eye that the employees were giving me. I knew how I looked wasn't ideal for them - after all, I more relied on thrift stores for my clothing than actual boutiques and large mall outlets. I grabbed what appeared to be some nice discounted jeans and jackets in my size and started heading to the fitting room. When the clerk there glowered at me, I couldn't help sticking my tongue out at him.