Wearing Chaos Like Couture.

Some mornings I wake up in places I didn’t plan to be.
Spiritually. Emotionally. Occasionally, geographically.

Hair's a mess. Plans unraveled. Soul intact.
And I think…

This. This is the life I chose.

A little wild.
A little unpredictable.
But wildly mine.

It’s not colour-coded or calm.
It’s not polished or predictable.

But it’s alive.

And that’s the only metric that matters now.

Because chaos, when it’s chosen,
becomes a kind of couture.

Tailored by self-trust.
Stitched with “f*ck the rulebook” energy.
Cut in the shape of freedom.

I used to think I had to tidy myself up to be taken seriously.
Now I know... truth is the most stylish thing I own.

OFH invitation:

What would shift if you stopped trying to “clean up” and just let your life fit you?

Start to OFH

M x