#chaoticwisdom

Everyone’s out here “romanticizing Sundays,” lighting candles and pretending they aren’t stress-cleaning while crying into their laundry pile. Meanwhile, I’m over here mentally negotiating with Monday like it’s an ex I keep taking back.

People say Sunday’s for rest—yeah, if you’re delusional or rich. The rest of us are doing “future damage control.” Meal prep? More like emotional prep. The Sunday Scaries hit different when your to-do list looks like it’s plotting against you.

And don’t even start with “self-care day.” You know what’s self-care? Logging off. Throwing my phone across the room like it’s the reason I’m broke and tired (which, honestly, it kinda is).

So yeah, maybe it’s Sunday Funday—but the “fun” part is optional, the “day” part is fleeting, and the “why am I still awake” part is guaranteed.

Some people lead. Some people supervise trauma.

There’s a special kind of boss who thinks “motivating the team” means passive-aggressively sighing while you do their job faster than they can refill their coffee. You know the type:

The one who vanishes the moment a customer gets loud.

The one who “forgets” your days off until you remind them... again.

The one who swears they’re a “people person” while emotionally vacuuming the joy out of the room.

no. what you’re calling girl power isn’t power.

it’s chaos pretending to be confidence.

it’s attention-seeking, reckless, and hollow.

it’s not breaking glass ceilings—it’s breaking reputations.

real girl power isn’t about acting like a guy.

it isn’t about skanky selfies or drama for likes.

it’s discipline, self-respect, boundaries, and fire under control.

it’s lifting yourself and others without shame.

it’s unapologetic ambition.

it’s courage, patience, and refusing to shrink.

stop pretending chaos is empowerment.

reclaim the damn word.

it’s not matching shirts and slogans.

it’s realizing you’ve been playing small because everyone told you “too much” was unlovable.

it’s walking away mid-sentence because you finally remembered your peace is worth more than the apology they were never gonna give.

girl power is crying in your car, wiping mascara off with your sleeve, and still showing up looking like you own the damn place.

it’s knowing your worth so hard it makes people uncomfortable.

it’s no longer auditioning for a role in someone else’s life.

she’s not “too confident.”

you’re just used to women shrinking for your comfort.

We survived Monday, but now we're stuck in Tuesday.

Tuesday is just Monday wearing cheap sunglasses. Like... girl, you're not fooling anyone. You're still stressed, you're still loud, and you still showed up uninvited.

✨ iced coffee secured. ✨ fake confidence applied. ✨ responsibilities muted.

✨ act busy while doing the bare minimum.