Coffee and Chaos

A collection of thoughts, stories, curiosities, and everyday moments, brewed somewhere between coffee and chaos. I also have a visual arts portfolio: @cnc-portfolio

[coffeechaoschronicles]

Still here..

Some quotes just land quietly, sounding nice enough, and then there are the ones that hit you harder. The ones that feel strangely personal, like they’re holding up a mirror you didn’t know you needed, and for me, this was one of them.

The idea isn’t that a woman is unbreakable because nothing has ever hurt her. Actually, it feels like the opposite. Real strength comes from knowing exactly how much it hurts to break—and deciding to keep going anyway.

I’ve had my share of days where strength wasn’t a word I’d use to describe myself. Some mornings, just getting out of bed counted as a win. I’ve watched plans fall apart. I’ve felt people let me down. Life spun me around and left me not really sure where to go next. Still, I kept moving, even when I doubted if certain things were worth it. But look... I’m still here, and that’s the part that sticks with me.

Not untouched or unchanged. Not pretending everything’s been fine, because we all know not everything always is. Just... here... And let’s be honest, there’s power in that alone. Survival isn’t always some big, dramatic thing. Sometimes it’s deciding to try again, whether or not something works out. Sometimes it’s working toward something completely different while quietly wondering if it’ll work at all. Sometimes it’s simply refusing to let bitterness settle in, even when life gives you reason after reason to give in.

Your story isn’t finished just because something has hurt you. You still get a say in what happens next. For me, I don’t want strength to mean I’ve frozen over or stopped caring. I refuse to believe kindness is some sort of weakness, that trusting someone is “foolish,” or that caring somehow makes me less strong as a person.

Honestly, I’d rather grow wise than turn frozen cold like a block of ice. I want boundaries, but I want compassion, too. I want to know when to walk away, but I don’t want to stop caring for others. There’s a kind of strength that announces itself—loud, bold, intimidating. But I’m more drawn to the quiet kind. The kind that shows up in being gentle after life has given you every excuse to harden your heart, and then there’s that line about being “dangerous where it counts.”

Sadly, I understand it more than most. But it doesn’t mean being mean or cruel. To me, it means knowing who I am, knowing my worth, knowing what I’ll accept and what I won’t, and knowing that I can stand my ground without needing to prove myself to literally everyone around me.

There’s something powerful about not having to show your strength all the time. Having the quiet confidence to know what you’re capable of and knowing when that strength actually matters. Not wasting it on ego or bravado. Not needing to be the loudest person in the room just to prove you can be.

I think that’s the kind of power that actually lasts. It’s not about never feeling afraid or broken. It’s about moving forward anyway. It’s about letting life change you without letting it turn you into someone you’re not proud of.

Maybe that’s what real resilience is: not “never coming undone,” but learning how to put yourself back together. Sometimes a little different, maybe even better.

Right now, I’m still in the messy middle of things. I’m still learning, still healing, still letting go, still starting over. I don’t know what future-me will look like, but I hope she feels proud of this version of me today.

The woman who kept trying, even with all her doubts. The woman who still dreamed, created, cared, found reasons to laugh, and found reasons to try again. That’s what unbreakable sounds like to me. Not untouchable by pain, but untouched by defeat, because pain doesn’t erase you. People leave, plans change, and life will never always go your way or according to plan. Things don’t always turn out the way you thought they would. Sometimes they turn out better, especially after they get worse first.

There’s still a piece of you that gets to choose what happens next, and that’s the part I want to hold onto. The part still reaching forward, still believing there’s something good ahead. I’ve changed, sure. But those things don’t get to write my ending.

I’m still here.

Still learning. Still growing. Still soft where it matters. Still willing to care., and maybe, just maybe, a little tougher to crack. That’s exactly how I want to move through the world, and through life.

Not untouched or unbreakable. Just open and still here.

— @coffeechaoschronicles

[coffeechaoschronicles]

Originally I posted this on my FB Page...

Originally I posted this on my Facebook Page, but it couldn't hurt to give a bit of the reminder regardless of the platform, so here it is...

Here’s a little reminder for today:

Some days, going after something new just wipes you out. Work can hit harder than you thought. Leading can feel incredibly lonely, and let’s be honest, everyone knows it. Even caring for other people can suddenly seem out of reach, but strength isn’t about having all the answers or keeping everything together. Sometimes it’s just putting one foot in front of the other when you can’t even see where the path goes. It’s holding steady when everything else feels like it’s shaking. It’s choosing to move forward because you care, even when you’re unsure about what’s next. And yeah, sometimes it means loving people even when it’s awkward or tough. You don’t have to get it perfect every time. Just keep showing up.

A little more faith. A little more courage. A little more patience. A little more grace.

Honestly, that’s more than enough right now. Just keep going, learn as you move, and hold tight to what really truly matters, even when things get difficult. ❤️‍🩹🫰

You know, it hit me, because faith isn’t just a thought. It’s how you live, and when I look at the Bible, I see example after example of people living that out., and here's what I mean:

Build like Noah: By faith Noah, when warned about things not yet seen, in holy fear built an ark to save his family. By his faith he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness that is in keeping with faith. (Hebrews 11:7 - NIV)

Noah was warned about things he had not yet seen, but his response was to act on what God had told him. His faith wasn't simply something he believed privately; it moved him to obedience. Sometimes, faith means building something before you can see how it will all turn out.

Fight like David: David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.” (1 Samuel 17:45 to 47 - NIV)

David wasn't denying the reality of what stood in front of him. He was facing it with confidence in God rather than confidence in his own strength. Sometimes, faith means standing your ground when fear would be much easier.

Lead like Moses: So now, go. I am sending you to Pharaoh to bring my people the Israelites out of Egypt.” But Moses said to God, “Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?” And God said, “I will be with you. And this will be the sign to you that it is I who have sent you: When you have brought the people out of Egypt, you will worship God on this mountain.”

(Exodus 3:10 to 12 - NIV)

I think this one is especially relatable. Moses questioned whether he was the person for the job. He didn't approach God with complete confidence in himself, but God's response was, “I will be with you.” Sometimes, leadership isn't about feeling completely prepared or qualified. Sometimes, it's about being willing to step forward and trust God with what comes next.

Love like Jesus: “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” (John 13:34 to 35 - NIV)

Jesus didn't present love as something reserved only for the people who are easy to love. He gave it as a command and connected that love with how His disciples would be recognized. And Philippians gives us a deeper picture of the mindset we're called to have: Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature[b] of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death - even death on a cross! (Philippians 2:3 to 8 - NIV)

Loving like that? It’s not simple, not even a little bit. You have to set your pride aside, let go of chasing your own agenda, and actually put other people first. When you really think about it, it all circles back to Jesus. His humility, His willingness to serve, as well as His obedience.

So, when I read these verses, I don’t just hear, “Hey, copy these people.” There’s more going on. It’s really about letting your faith shape how you live, every single day. Build anyway, even if you don’t know how things will turn out. Hang in there, even when you’re scared. Step up, even if you feel out of your depth. Love humbly, especially when it’s tough. Faith isn’t just for the good days. It shows up in the mess, the fog, the uncertainty. That’s probably the nudge you need right now. You don’t have to have the whole map drawn up. Just do the next best thing. Show up again tomorrow, trust God again, stay curious, keep growing, keep chasing what really matters.

[coffeechaoschronicles]

Not Every Act of Kindness Needs to Be Regretted..

You know, sometimes the people we were kind to weren’t really the ones who deserved it. There’s something comforting about this quote.

It’s like, when you look back and remember the times you helped someone, gave them chance after chance, patiently put up with the things they made you go through, and the stuff that made you wonder, "why did I even bother?"

That made you start doubting yourself. "Maybe you were too generous?", "Maybe you should’ve pulled back sooner?", or "maybe you think kindness was the mistake?"

Honestly, kindness wasn’t the problem. You just happened to give something good to someone who didn’t know how to appreciate it, nor to someone who may not have originally deserved it.

That doesn’t mean you have to become cold, it just means that you just learn how some certain people are, even if it's a little later down the road.

You learn that being kind-hearted doesn’t mean you have to leave yourself wide open. Forgiving someone doesn’t mean handing them another chance to hurt you. Caring doesn’t mean sacrificing yourself every single time, sometimes, the kindest thing you can do is walk away, and finally be good to yourself.

I don’t ever want someone else’s actions to make me lose sight of myself. If I was honest, if I cared, then I don’t need to feel ashamed, because in the end they are the ones who couldn’t match it.

Their choices are on them, while mine are on me.

So maybe the lesson isn’t about stopping kindness towards the wrong people, but maybe it’s about keeping your kindness, but also learning where it belongs.

If someone couldn’t see the value in the version of you that showed up for them, then that’s honestly their loss. You don’t have to regret being that person. You just don’t need to keep being that person for them.

Be kinder to yourself.

— @coffeechaoschronicles

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Hard Pill to Swallow as an Adult: At some point, you will have to disappoint others to live a life that's honest to you. People pleasing will drain you, not save you. You have every right to set boundaries and choose your peace. You can disappoint people and still be a good person.

[coffeechaoschronicles]

That quote really hit me. It’s funny, because so many of us grow up thinking being a good person means keeping everyone happy. You say yes when you want to say no, laugh things off, try not to ruffle any feathers. Your own feelings sink to the bottom, just because you’re scared of letting someone down.

But after a while, trying to keep everyone else comfortable just wears you out. You swallow your opinions, push your needs aside, and before you know it, you’re drained. All because upsetting someone else feels so much heavier than dealing with your own disappointment.

The thing is, there’s a big gap between being kind and being a people pleaser. Kindness is about caring how your choices affect others. People pleasing? That makes your whole life revolve around keeping reactions smooth with no waves, or no mess. That’s not the same. It's practically walking around eggshells, tbh.

Setting boundaries doesn’t make you heartless. Saying no doesn’t mean you’re selfish. Walking away when you’re worn out doesn’t prove you’re uncaring.

Sometimes, it just means you’re finally honest about what you can give, and where you run out.

Sure, some folks won’t like it. That’s hard, no way around it. You can explain yourself every way you know how and someone still might take it wrong. You can have all the kindness in the world and still disappoint somebody. You do what’s healthiest for you, and someone else feels burned. But hey, their disappointment doesn’t mean you screwed up.

I’m realizing I don’t have to be uncomfortable just to keep someone else at ease. I don’t need to spell out my reasons or carry around a bagful of guilt because someone didn’t get the answer they wanted.

Hurting someone on purpose is one thing. But disappointing them because you finally stood up for yourself? That’s different.

Picking yourself will sometimes sting. Saying no might shift relationships. Choosing peace could mean someone never gets the version of you they wanted.

And honestly? That’s fine. You can love people, you can care, you can show up with your whole heart, and you don’t have to lose yourself to do it.

We forget that sometimes. Being a good person doesn’t require you to be everyone’s emotional safety net at your own expense.

Sometimes, the kindest thing you can do is finally say, “This isn’t working for me anymore.” And you know what? Sometimes, that’s more than enough.

[coffeechaoschronicles]

What I Learned About Myself...

I recently took a work assessment that was supposed to help me understand how I handle work, leadership, communication, and emotions. Honestly, I expected something pretty basic. A list of strengths and weaknesses, or at least something similar. Instead, it made me look at some of my best traits in a new way. Turns out, strengths can be double-edged and need some management.

So, communication really stood out. I’m pretty assertive, especially if something matters, then I’ll say it. Tough conversations never scare me, and I will speak up when it’s needed. I can shift gears and adapt, which makes handling different responsibilities or sudden changes much easier.

I’m driven by ideas and I get into the details. I like breaking down situations, exploring different angles, then figuring out how to make things work. Once I know what I want, then I'll stick with it, but I’m not stubborn about the process. If things change, I’ll switch things up instead of clinging to the original plan.

Then there’s emotional awareness. I pick up on subtle shifts super easily. Anything from a weird vibe during a meeting, someone’s mood changing, or even just tension in the room. I’m pretty tuned in to my own feelings, too. Usually, I can tell exactly what I’m feeling and why, but here’s the kicker. The assessment made it clear that even strengths need balance.

Being assertive is great, but not every disagreement needs to turn into a battle. I’m realizing that listening matters just as much, and that I don’t have to jump in every time I sense a conflict. Sometimes, it’s fine to let things go. It’s the same story with creativity and problem-solving. You can have a hundred different ideas all at once, but that doesn’t mean much unless you organize them and actually follow through one at a time. I know I’ve got room to grow when it comes to setting goals and managing my time so those ideas actually turn into something real, but even with emotional awareness, there’s always a lesson. While empathy is very useful, sometimes you still have to choose what makes the most sense, and not just what feels right, emotionally-speaking.

The best decisions aren’t always comfortable, sometimes they’re just smart. What I really appreciated was how the assessment didn’t make me feel like I need to rebuild myself from scratch. It was more about learning to use what I’ve already got, and just with a little more thought and intention. I don’t have to dial down my assertiveness just to figure out what is needed or when.

I don’t need to be less empathetic. I just need to balance it with clearer thinking.

I don’t have to chase fewer ideas, I just need to take more action with them.

I don’t have to stop caring about details, I just need to make sure they don’t blind me to the bigger picture.

And just maybe that’s what real growth is all about. It’s not changing into someone else. It’s about learning how to make the most out of who you already are while constantly learning in the process.

[coffeechaoschronicles]

Some things just knock the air right out of you. Losing my dad did that to me. It still does, really. People talk about grief like it’s just sadness, but that’s only a fraction of what it feels like. Sometimes it surges up as anger or guilt, or a weird, complicated mix of regret and maybe even relief.

There are days when I’m just making coffee, waiting in line, or listening to music, and I’m slammed by the simple truth. He’s really gone. None of it is neat. Grief comes at you sideways. I’ve spent so long wrestling with how to put all of this down in words. It’s not that I’m empty, it’s just that there are too much memories flooding in... Questions I can’t stop asking... Things I wish I’d said... Moments I wish had played out differently... Words, in general, just left sitting on my tongue.

I’m not here to rewrite the past just because my dad is gone. I loved him, and he hurt me. I miss him, and I’m still pissed. I can hold the warmth of good memories and still admit the hard stuff was real, too. There were bright, happy days between us, stuff I treasure, but our story was tangled and imperfect. Some memories sting. There were moments I let him down, and plenty when he let me down. Stuff we never talked about. Questions I never asked, and that’s one of the harshest things about losing someone. You tend to lose the shot at all those conversations you kept putting off.

No more, “I’ll get to it next time.”

No more, “We’ll talk later.”

Next time just vanishes, and grief doesn’t always mean tears, sometimes it sneaks up while you’re buying groceries, or it knocks you flat with an old photo or a song you thought you’d forgotten. Even a silly joke can trip you up. You want to share it, and then realize you can’t. I used to wonder if I was “allowed” to feel all of this. Like, "could I miss him?", knowing some old wounds never healed? Is it still okay to be angry now that I had no one to fight with? Could I love him and admit we both fell short sometimes? And honestly, yeah, I can.

My dad was more than his mistakes, just like he was more than everything I loved about him. He carried his own history before I ever showed up, his own baggage, his quirks, and all the things I never understood. That doesn’t mean the hurt disappears, but growing up means seeing your parents as people, not just as the roles they've filled. To be fair, I'm never perfect either. Of course I wasn’t. There are things I wish I could undo, words I’d take back, moments where I wish I’d been softer or just showed up when it mattered, but that’s an ache people don’t talk about enough. You don’t just lose the person, sometimes they take the future you pictured with them. The unfinished sentences. The apologies and answers that never come.

That’s where I started thinking differently about "forgiveness". I used to believe forgiveness needed an apology or some recognition of the pain, but what do you do when there’s no apology? What do you do when it’s too late? I’m learning that forgiveness isn’t always about them, and that sometimes it’s about how I choose to live with my own story.

Forgiveness isn’t pretending it was all fine, or brushing aside the pain, or forgetting the bad parts. It’s picking what I want to carry forward. Maybe forgiveness is something you give for yourself, and not because they earned it, but because you need it, just so you can breathe.

For me, I don’t know if my dad deserved my forgiveness, but honestly, I’m not sure that matters anymore though. The real question though is, don’t I deserve what forgiveness gives me? Don’t I deserve some peace too? And the answer? Yeah, I honestly do.

So I’ve decided on letting go. Not because everything’s fixed. Not because the wounds just vanished., but because I just want space for what’s ahead. Of course, I’ll hold on to the love, the lessons, and the memories that made me smile, and I’ll let the rest grow quiet.

So.... Wherever you are, Dad, I hope you know I loved you, and that I still do, and that I’m still learning to let the complicated stuff rest..

Far behind me where it belongs..

[coffeechaoschronicles]

The quote “As a woman, I can’t afford to lose focus because of a man. I’m the one who pays the price when my life gets off track. Not him. Me.” has honestly been stuck in my head lately. It’s pretty blunt, yeah, but honestly, there’s something about it that rings true. The thing is, I don’t really think it’s about men, not the way people might assume. It’s more about ownership. At the end of the day, I have to answer for my life, for the choices I make, for where I end up. Other people come and go. Some stick around and make things brighter. Some flip your world upside down and walk out, leaving nothing but lessons behind. They don’t always ask if you want them either, and sometimes, without even noticing, you get tangled up in someone else’s mess. Their wants, their chaos, their drama, and your own life goes blurry around the edges.

That’s when you have to ask: what’s slipping through my fingers while I’m busy clutching someone else’s pieces? You can love someone fully and still choose not to lose yourself. That’s not selfish. That’s survival. Remembering your own goals, your responsibilities, setting boundaries. These things matter. Your life needs you in it, present and accounted for.

Maybe that’s all that line means: “Not him. Me.” It’s not about blaming men, or about running from love, or about putting yourself first no matter what. It’s about making sure you don’t fade away into someone else’s story. I don’t want to wake up one day and wonder where I went, or realize I vanished while trying to save someone who didn’t even want saving.

I want to love people. I want to care. I want to be there when it counts. But I want to be there for myself, too. Because when it’s all said and done, this is my life. And I have to be the one who lives it.

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"The person I am today was built by countless ordinary days when I quietly chose not to give up."

[coffeechaoschronicles]

This quote really got under my skin. It lingered longer than I expected, and almost stubborn in how it hung around. I don’t walk around thinking I’m some pillar of strength, not really. There have been days... So many days... when I felt exhausted, lost, frustrated, disappointed, or just plain confused. Things I started and never finished. Plans that fizzled out. Moments where I honestly wondered if I’d ever get anywhere at all, but that’s sort of the whole deal, isn’t it?

We always imagine change happens in the big moments, the major decisions, milestones, epiphanies that make everything click into place. But the truth is, most of who you become gets built quietly, bit by bit. It’s in those ordinary days.

The mornings you drag yourself out of bed when you’d rather sleep, the times you give something another shot after failing, the days you learn something new, change your mind, begin again, or just inch forward toward something that’s barely visible.

You don’t notice the change as you’re living it. Sometimes you’re simply grinding through the week. Other times you’re improvising as you go. And often, you’re just holding on and trying not to lose faith in yourself entirely.

Then somehow, you look back one day and see you’ve become someone you never could have been before. That’s how I ended up as the person I am now, and not because of some grand turning point, but because of hundreds of small, routine moments. Some days were great, others tough, and a lot are just a blur at this point, but I kept showing up, and honestly, that means way more to me than it used to.