Chaos and Charm

It all started with a text.
A perfectly harmless, everyday text —
except my brain decided it wasn’t.

It read:
“Ok.”

That was it.
Just Ok.
No exclamation point.
No emoji.
Just dry… like dry toast —
and yes, said in the Greek accent from My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

Immediately, I had questions:

Why the attitude?
What did I do?
Is this where EVERYTHING changes?
Should I start practicing my dramatic exit?

Cue internal spiraling:
I’m replaying every conversation we’ve ever had,
building a whole courtroom case
based on the energy of two letters.

Meanwhile, on the outside, I’m acting totally normal —
pacing around like I’m searching for answers,
scrolling my phone with furious intensity,
checking seven apps that absolutely will not save me.

Then my fiancé strolls by like,
“You good?”
Sir… DO I LOOK GOOD?
But instead of answering like a sane human,
I hit him with a casual:
“No, I’m fine.”

(Spoiler alert: I am not fine.)

And because the universe loves a clown,
two seconds later another message arrives…

A smiley emoji.
Just like that —
crisis over.
Zero explanation needed.
We’re back to normal, besties.

Did I just survive a full mental telenovela
over nothing?
Absolutely.

And will I act like it never happened?
100%.

Not once will I acknowledge
that my brain is a professional stunt performer
with a flair for the dramatic.

The lesson here?

My mind creates chaos.
My mouth denies everything.
And somehow…
we’re out here thriving.

La vida loca, but make it cute.
We’re doing great, toots.

—

Tell me I’m not alone:
What’s the most unhinged thing you’ve overthought this week?
(I’ll wait.) 😌