I don’t know what it is about me, but somehow wherever I go, chaos just seems to follow. Maybe it’s because I get a little too excited, maybe it’s because I can’t sit still, or maybe the universe just likes to throw curveballs my way. Either way, it’s never boring when I’m in the picture.
Take last weekend, for example. I was just trying to make a simple breakfast. How hard could eggs and toast be, right? Well, apparently, very hard. The eggs cracked in all the wrong places, the toast caught fire because I got distracted singing along to a song, and the smoke alarm decided to scream like it was auditioning for a horror movie. Meanwhile, my dog thought the chaos was an invitation to steal a piece of bread off the counter and sprint through the house with it.
Or that time I said, “Let’s just do a quick trip to the store.” Famous last words. Somehow a “quick trip” turned into me bumping into three different displays, knocking over a stack of cereal boxes, and having a stranger’s toddler follow me for two aisles because apparently I looked like their mom from the back.
But the truth is, as much as I joke about the chaos, I wouldn’t change it. Life is messy. Sometimes it’s spilled coffee on a white shirt, sometimes it’s laughing so hard you snort in public, sometimes it’s your friends shaking their heads at you while secretly loving the entertainment you bring.
At the end of the day, I think chaos just means there’s life happening—full of energy, surprises, and stories to tell later. Sure, it’s embarrassing in the moment, but it always turns into a memory worth keeping.
So yeah, maybe I am a little bit of a walking disaster. But at least I can promise one thing: it’s never dull when I’m around.
