Chaos and Charm

Some days it feels like the universe forgot to hit save.
Everything glitches, people flake, the plan catches fire—
and somehow you’re the one holding the extinguisher and the lighter.

And there you are—staring at the mess like,
“Oh, cool. A new plot twist. I love that for me.”

The group chat’s dry, the vibe’s off,
and the only one who seems to know what’s happening is the universe—
and she’s ghosting you.

But chaos?
She’s not the villain. She’s that dramatic cousin who shows up uninvited,
eats all your snacks, flips your life upside down—
and still has the audacity to say, “You’ll thank me later.”

She crowns you in lessons you didn’t sign up for,
timing that makes zero sense,
and plot twists that test every last nerve.
But when the dust settles and the nerves have calmed down—
“Ok… maybe she knew what she was doing.”

Because that’s when magic shows up—
late, unapologetic, and acting like she owns the place.
She’s got sunglasses on indoors, iced coffee in hand,
talking about, “Sorry, traffic was insane. You ready or what?”

And somehow, you are.
Bruised ego, chipped manicure, concealer doing the most—
but still standing.
Still soft where it counts, still wild where it matters.

Because the truth is, chaos never wanted to destroy you.
She just wanted to rearrange the furniture in your soul
so magic would have somewhere to sit when she finally arrived.

And when she does?
You realize every detour, every delay, every damn meltdown
was her way of building you a throne.

Welcome, your Highness.