CHAOS & CLARITY: The Summer of Upheaval (Without Falling Apart)
When Life Got Loud, But Something in Me Stayed Steady
There are seasons when life expands without your permission.
Not just through travel or work or family — but through the simple fact that your home and your rhythms suddenly hold more than they normally do. More people. More responsibility. More movement. More unpredictability. More noise.
This summer was one of those seasons.
Someone from abroad — someone I work closely with, someone who is technically a vendor but also occupies that complicated space between colleague and friend — came to stay in my home for two and a half months. The kind of stay that naturally rearranges a household. You don’t just add a person to the guest room. You add them to your life.
And life adjusted.
Work carried on.
Family carried on.
Habits stretched and bent.
Schedules floated in and out of place.
And suddenly the structure I rely on — the one that holds me together — wasn’t really there.
But something unexpected happened inside that upheaval.
A steadiness emerged.
Not the rigid kind — not the “I must control this” kind.
A quieter steadiness, one that only appears when you realize you’re capable of more flexibility than you give yourself credit for.
There’s a strange kind of clarity that shows up when your routines fall apart but you don’t. When your life becomes a revolving door of departures, meals, meetings, conversations, sightseeing, planning, improvising, and hosting — and yet something in you stays rooted.
It turns out I can carry more than I thought.
And not in the heroic, burnout kind of way.
But in the adaptive, resilient, “I can evolve with this” kind of way.
The chaos didn’t break me.
It reshaped me.
And I didn’t expect that.


You’re figuring yourself out at 50yrs old… what a beautiful journey life is 🙌🙌