Resiliency and Chaos

I once tried to be the “put together” person.

You know the type—smooth hair, matching socks, cucumber water kind of vibe.

But somewhere between my third coffee, chasing a rogue sock-stealing dog, and accidentally replying “love you” to my boss… I realized I’m more “chaotic resilience” than calm perfection.

And honestly? I like her better.
She laughs louder, hugs harder, and doesn’t care if her eyeliner wings are lopsided.

Here’s to the beautifully disheveled humans just trying their best.