Chaos and Charm

(aka: The Bedtime Battle Royale)

It’s 2:47 a.m.
I’ve done the skincare.
The hair’s up in a messy bun that could double as a weapon.
The lights are off. The vibe is calm.
My brain? LOUD.
She waits all day to start her shift.
No thoughts from 9 to 5, but the moment I lay down —

My brain’s like, “Hey, wanna spiral about something from 2014 instead?””

Girl, bye.
I’m just trying to sleep, not relive every wrong thing I’ve said or done.
But nooooo, now we’re building a mental PowerPoint on every unfinished task, every weird text, and why I didn’t start that side hustle I thought of in the shower so many moons ago.
It’s chaos with bullet points.
Then anxiety chimes in like the world’s worst life coach:

“Ok, pero hear me out… what if we just fix our entire life tonight?”

And suddenly I’m lying there like I’m hosting a late-night podcast called “Overthinking: The Remix,” streaming exclusively in my brain.

The worst part?
Even when I do fall asleep, my dreams are just reboots of my worries with worse lighting.
I keep telling myself I’ll rest “once I’m caught up,”
but somehow that list keeps multiplying like it’s getting paid by the hour.
And I know I’m not alone — I see you out there,
scrolling, spiraling, self-diagnosing,
and setting alarms for “a better tomorrow.”
So here’s the truth, mama:
We’ll never get it all done.
The to-do list will still be there in the morning —
but so will we.
And that’s the part that matters.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to lie down and stare at the ceiling
until my brain stops playing the highlight reel of everything I’ve ever done wrong.

Buenas noches… maybe. 😴