Chaos and Charm

Some mornings, I wake up like I’m in a movie.
The light hits just right, the playlist knows whassup,
and for five whole minutes I’m the calm, centered, soft-life version of myself.
(whatever that is)

Then life rolls up like, “Aww, look at you thinking you got it together.”
Cue the spilled water, the dropped phone, the existential dread before noon.

By 9:47 a.m., I’m already debating if I should rebrand as “background character #3”
who just quietly sips coffee and minds her business.
Except, plot twist—
I don’t even really drink coffee like that.

My aura? Gave up.
My vibe? Stuck in traffic.
My patience? On its lunch break with no plans to return. Ever.

So I light a candle, say a prayer,
and try to summon my higher self for advice.
She sends me straight to voicemail.
I’m like, “Girl, are you serious right now? Send HELP!”
She’s probably on a beach somewhere, sipping on a margarita,
pretending she doesn’t know me. (cue eye roll)

Meanwhile, my lower self is behind the wheel—
windows down, hair flying, blasting chaos like it’s a playlist.
She’s honking at strangers, narrating my downfall,
and honestly? She’s living her bestest good life.

So yeah, main character energy? Still here.
Just slightly unhinged and heavily unsupervised.
Check and check!

But that’s the beauty of it.
You don’t have to get every line right or stick to the script.
Half the best scenes are improvised anyway.
The camera’s still rolling. The soundtrack still slaps.
You’re still the star—
just one meltdown away from your next glow-up.

So go ahead. Roll your eyes, gloss your lips, and show up
anyway—chaos and all.

The scene’s already messy. Let’s make it magic.
(sprinkles glitter everywhere)✨✨✨