The other day, someone left a comment on my writing about the power of reading. Not just any comment a comment that lodged itself in my chest like a balloon filled with helium and glitter. They said my words had inspired them to dive back into books they’d been neglecting, to immerse themselves in the worlds waiting between the pages.

Let me tell you, it was like Christmas morning, a surprise party, and finding twenty bucks in your jeans pocket all rolled into one. I grinned like an idiot all day, and honestly, I’m still grinning.

It’s moments like this that remind me why I do this why I spill my thoughts onto the page and send them out into the world like paper boats on a stormy sea. Maybe they’ll sink, maybe they’ll float, but either way, they’ve carried a piece of me with them.

And that is enough to keep me grinning for days on end.

Because there’s something intoxicating about knowing my words have actually reached someone, that I’ve crawled into their mind for even a moment and rearranged the furniture. They didn’t just read; they felt. And feeling is what it’s all about, isn’t it? Whether it’s joy, curiosity, nostalgia, or even mild annoyance because they didn’t like my metaphor about life being a soggy pancake.

The likes, comments, and shares they’re my currency, my paycheck, in a way. Not in the kind of way that buys groceries or pays the bills, but in a way that makes the chaos of creativity feel like it matters.

Compliments like that, the ones where someone tells me my writing resonated with them, that it shifted their perspective or rekindled something they thought was gone? Those light a fire under me that could toast marshmallows from a mile away.

It makes me want to write more, to throw more words into the universe and see what sticks.

But writing more means diving headfirst into the swirling, beautiful chaos that is my brain. Seriously, it’s like a tornado in there, but not the kind that flings cows through the air. No, it’s a whimsical, glitter-filled tornado where ideas, half-thoughts, and fragments of sentences collide like bumper cars at a carnival.

The trick isn’t taming the chaos taming it would be boring. The trick is harnessing it, grabbing it by the tail, and letting it pull me wherever it wants to go, even if that’s straight into a wall of absurdity or a puddle of overused clichés. The chaos is what makes it fun, what makes it mine. Without it, everything would just be beige. And who wants beige?

That chaotic creativity is exactly why I started this website.

At first, it was just a space where I could be unapologetically me no masking, no shrinking myself to fit in, just raw, unfiltered honesty. A place where I could talk about anything: bad memories, good memories, things that catch my attention tea, animals, food, anything.

But I never expected it to become something more.

This website has become my anchor, my source of stability. My way of still contributing something, even though I can’t work anymore not with the alphabet soup of medical diagnoses I carry around like an overstuffed backpack.

I hate sitting around doing nothing.

I get why my grandpa, even in his eighties, still keeps busy as all get out because not working, not contributing in some way, is boring as hell.

This site gives me purpose. It improves my mental health to the point that even people in my life are noticing. They say I seem happier.

And that happiness? It’s fueled by the conversations, the engagement, the connections those small moments when someone responds and I realize, I reached them.

The power of words is no laughing matter.

Words get people talking, thinking. And that’s how change starts.

Just look at Star Trek. When Uhura stood on the bridge as a Black woman in a command position, when the Klingons were portrayed as Black it was unheard of at the time. But it got people talking. It was one of those sparks that had the power to cause real change.

I may never reach that level, but I’m reaching the thirty-five people who follow me and all the others on social media.

And honestly? That’s far better than I ever expected.

So now, my goal is to get to fifty people.

No timeline, no strategy just writing what comes to mind and letting my words find the people who need them.

I’ve learned that it’s okay to embrace uncertainty, to sit with it and let it simmer as part of the process.

After all, the chaos isn’t just where the magic happens it’s where the growth happens too.

Writing forces, me to confront the parts of myself I might otherwise ignore the fears, the doubts, the dreams I’ve tucked away and turn them into something tangible.

And if those words resonate with even one person, if they plant even the tiniest seed of curiosity, comfort, or inspiration, then it’s all worth it.

So, I’ll keep writing, even when it feels like screaming into the void.

I’ll keep throwing my words into the universe, letting them float, tumble, and collide like stars across an endless expanse.

I’ll keep chasing the chaos not to control it, but to ride it wherever it takes me.

Because in the end, it’s not about achieving perfection it’s about creating connection.

And that, to me, is the most beautiful kind of chaos there is. Thank you to each of you that comment, read, like, share, or just come to read and slip away raising my view counts, you are the drive behind me and you make me feel good each and every day.