My brain is a mess. I say that like it’s a bad thing, but honestly, it’s my favorite thing about me. Ideas explode, worries creep in, random thoughts hijack my focus—it’s exhausting, hilarious, and occasionally genius. Chaos isn’t a state; it’s a lifestyle.
I’ve tried to fight it. I’ve tried to schedule, plan, meditate, tidy my brain like it’s a desk drawer.
Spoiler: it didn’t work. The chaos wins. And here’s the thing: I’ve stopped feeling guilty about it.
Instead I’ve started stealing tiny moments of calm wherever I can. Not the Instagram-perfect moments where everything glows magically. No, I mean the real stuff: noticing how my coffee tastes bitter but comforting, laughing at my own ridiculous train of thought, scribbling nonsense in a notebook that will never be read. These tiny fragments are my rebellion against the noise.
And the more I lean into it… the mayhem, the quirks, the mess… the more I feel like myself. Not perfect, not put-together, but fully me. It’s messy, weird, and sometimes awkward. And it’s kind of beautiful.
So here’s my advice: embrace the chaos. Laugh at yourself. Hoard little pockets of calm like tiny treasures. Life isn’t about balance or perfection; it’s about riding the messy rollercoaster while stealing the moments that make you feel alive.