I have written some garbage in my time. Truly chaotic, nonsensical messes that should have been deleted on sight. But one sentence still haunts me in the best way possible. It lives rent free in my head and honestly it deserves its own bathroom. Here it is.
I have been injecting Capri Sun into my kneecaps so the children inside me stay hydrated during recess.
Yeah. That came out of my brain on purpose. I don’t remember what I was working on or what kind of day I was having. I just remember typing it and going, “well, that was definitely a choice.” And instead of deleting it like a normal functioning adult, I saved it. I still save it. It lives in my notes app like a cursed artifact from a more unhinged time.
But here’s the thing. It slaps. Maybe not in a literary way. But it does something. It paints a picture you can’t unsee. It’s so weird it circles back around to brilliant. And honestly, that’s why I kept it.
Do not delete your chaos. Keep the sentence that makes zero sense. Frame it. Tattoo it on your soul. Or just post it online like I did. Because growth is not about being perfect. Sometimes it is about remembering how gloriously off the rails you used to be and being proud you survived that era.