“She is delightfully chaotic;
A beautiful mess.
Loving her is a splendid adventure.”
– Steve Maraboli
A colleague once introduced me as “the most fascinating whirling dirvish” she’d ever met.
It was one of the greatest compliments I have ever received.
Although, perhaps what she meant was, “She’s a chaotic mess, but at least she’s interesting.”
If I were a perfumer, Chaos would be my signature scent, wrapped in a cerulean paper of make-do, and tied with a ribbon of figure-it-out-as-we-go.
Chance and I are longtime friends. The abundance of the universe, combined with trusting my intuition, and a compulsive need to overachieve has never done me wrong, though it has lead to naive hubris a time or two … the limousine with the Irish beer execs, the spur of the moment trip to Calgary, a midnight stroll through Shanghai, even my 18th birthday impulse tattoo all turned out to be charming anecdotes rather than cautionary tales.
Your results may vary, read all labels before beginning any Irish Beer Drinking Tattoo Binges, and if it lasts longer than four hours, call your Doctor.