I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.
I can handle the craziness some of the time, maybe most of the time. But I know I can't handle it all of the time.
I don't know that I could play a complete and total mess. After awhile, I think I would be like, 'No, none of that!'
I found the secret to life: I'm ok when everything is not ok.
There is only so much chaos a nation can stand.
I function better when things are going badly than when they're as smooth as whipped cream.
My home is different from my mother's, because hers is filled with beautiful objects that I was always afraid of breaking. My home is the opposite. Bring on the kids, the dogs, the parties - there's nothing that's so important it can't be broken.
I like a little chaos. I think that's really true for my inner Buddha. I think I like a little nutsy. Maybe I can't take total peace.
