My Cardboard Balcony

It's been a roller coaster of a week. And yes, I've used that phrase way too many times. It's getting cliché. Oh, well. Despite not having to student teach at the public high school I'm assigned to this week because the students got a break, I have been dealing with a lot at my private school job, with my university courses, with my ever looming teaching performance assessment, with grading, with developing curricula, and with planning my wedding. There has been a lot going on in my life. And unfortunately this week, I didn't handle my stress in the healthiest of ways. I don't want to go into detail about what I did or did not do because I like the idea of privacy and it really isn't anyone else's business apart from whom I decide to talk to. Just know that I'm safe and surrounded by people who love me and are looking out for me. That's what matters. Truth be told, I was surprised that some sort of breakdown, whether emotional or physical...

Quite Literally by Belinda Roddie There is a tiny goddess living comfortably inside my brain.

Ben took my hand and led me into his modest yet quaint home, a little cottage located off the corner of one of the quietest streets in the time. I was impressed by how cordial he was to me, and how he openly welcomed me to his abode and made sure that I was comfortable the entire time I was there. He was old and gray-haired and sagging along the jowls and cheeks, but the glow in his eyes gave him a youth that I didn't even see in my youngest son, or in my even younger niece.