Chaos and Charm

People ask about the hat.
The wide brim. The mystery. The “who does she think she is?” energy.

Here’s the truth:
It’s not a costume—it’s armor.
It’s how I protect my peace when the world feels loud.

It’s how I slip into main-character mode, even when I’m just running errands or standing in line for coffee.
The hat reminds me that I can rewrite the scene anytime I want.

People think they know me — the goofy, quirky friend who always has advice but never follows any of it.
Yes, correct.
Also: stubborn, overthinking, hard-headed queen who genuinely believes she can do everything herself.

Blame Gen X.
We were raised on hose water and character development.
Doing chores since we could stand on a chair without falling.
Laundry, dishes, mowing the lawn — “where were the child labor laws?” 😂

If you’re wondering who’s steering all this chaos…

Good.
Stay curious — it gets fun.

She’s here — color-coding her stress, controlling the uncontrollable, handling every crisis like a comedy improv routine.
She’s confident until she isn’t, then she laughs and does it anyway.
She is chaotic charm — emphasis on chaotic.

But she’s not stepping fully into the spotlight… yet.

Why the slow reveal? Why not?
Because that’s the fun part.
Suspense is a brand choice.

You’ll learn her through the breadcrumbs:

In the boldness that shows up even when anxiety does, too.
In the pep talks she gives you while ignoring her own.
In the jokes that sound like trauma — with a punchline.

One day, the full picture will appear —
the face, the fire, the unfiltered story.
And you’ll think, “Same girl, same.”

Until then, the silhouette is enough.
Let the chaos roll the credits.
The main character entrance is coming —
and yes… she’s running on Puerto Rican time
so expect her to be dramatically late and rushing in like a lunatic. 🤷🏻‍♀️💃