Phoenix: Live Love Laugh

Today, boredom had me in a headlock. I was tired of staring at the walls like I was doing time, so I threw on some clothes and decided to hit the mall — not to shop, just to breathe. And hey, if I could snag something free? Even better.

Thanks to my Victoria’s Secret card finally being reinstated (bless it), I’m back in the game and collecting my free panties again like old times. There was a time I was a VIP Platinum Angel — free gifts, coupons, all of it. But life has a funny way of flipping the script. After the coma and missing a few payments, my name barely survived the hit. Companies don’t care if you’re sick or fighting for your life — all they care about is their money. And trust me, they will find you.

Most days, I let that mess roll off my back. Other days? I want to roll up on somebody — but I don’t. Growth.

Anyway, back to my little field trip.
First day of spring — and guess what? Snow. SNOW. But the mall was packed like it was Black Friday. Normally, the energy of the crowd would lift me up, but today it just reminded me: ballin’ on a budget is a buzzkill.

The weather? Bipolar. The vibes? All over the place. Kinda like me these days. Then it hit me: it’s tax refund season. That’s why everybody and their mama was out flashing cash.

Every time I step back and look at my life right now, it’s a gut punch. Rebuilding from scratch when you already clawed your way up once? It’s humbling. It’s exhausting. It’s enough to make you want to scream into a pillow some days.

But here I am. Still standing.
Still fighting.
Still claiming my free panties, because honey — small wins still count.