You ever have one of those days where brushing your teeth feels like climbing Everest in a tank top?
Same.
Today, my hair is wild, my thoughts are louder than usual, and the only thing I’ve successfully done is not cry into a sink full of dishes. And honestly? That’s a win. That’s grit. That’s me, choosing to keep breathing when my brain is on fire and my soul’s running on fumes.
This isn’t a productivity blog. I’m not here to sell you hustle culture wrapped in pastel quotes. I’m here to remind you that existing is enough sometimes. Especially when your nervous system is moonwalking through chaos and your executive function checked out without a note.
You’re not broken. You’re blooming.
In the silence between meltdowns.
In the giggles you thought were gone.
In the way you still show up—messy, tangled, and trying.
There’s something sacred in that. Something holy in the humanity of it all.
So today, I give myself permission:
To eat cereal for dinner.
To text back tomorrow.
To not fix every broken thing right now.
And I’m giving you permission too.
Let the laundry wait. Let the world think what it wants. You’ve got a fire in you that hasn’t gone out yet, even if it flickers. Even if all you did today was survive. That matters.
You don’t have to bloom in order. You can bloom sideways, upside down, in the dirt, under pressure, or while crying on the bathroom floor.
You’re still blooming.
And that, my love, is chaos worth celebrating.
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