Embracing Chaos: Why I prefer the Noise of Life Over Quiet Luxury

Somewhere on Instagram, a woman is sipping espresso in cream cashmere, surrounded by beige furniture, whispering about “quiet luxury.” She’s glowing, calm, unreadable. Her children, if they even exist, are off-screen raised by a Swedish nanny and soft classical music.

                  Meanwhile, I’m standing in my kitchen wearing an oversized tee that says, “Try me.” There’s a laundry basket full of socks that don’t match and a toddler yelling about pudding like it’s a matter of national security. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade my loud, chaotic, coffee-stained life for all the muted linens in the world.

I’ve lit the fancy candles. I have whispered affirmations into the mirror. I tried to sip my coffee instead of slamming it while it was still hot. But the truth is—I’m not built for delicate detachment. I’m built for high-volume healing. I cry loudly. I love hard. I raise hell and humans at the same time. I don’t want joy to be whisper thin. I want it to be booming, barefoot and blessed.

Give me cluttered counters (despite how it makes my husband’s skin crawl) and kids who laugh with their whole bodies. Give me sage smoke, spaghetti stains and a playlist that goes from Sleep Token to Brandon Lake in one shuffle.

Here’s what they don’t tell you: just because your life is chaotic doesn’t mean you’re failing. It means your life is full of so much color. I find peace in the rhythm of the washing machine. I find magic in mismatched socks and sticky handprints. I find luxury in clean laundry and a moment alone to scroll TikTok while hiding in the bathroom.

                  My version of luxury is a soft tee that makes me feel like I can survive anything- because I already have…

So no, I do not want quiet luxury. I want:

• Loud laughter from my kids while I fold mountains of clothing.

• A sweatshirt that reads “domestic but dangerous.”

• Lipstick that can survive meltdowns and margaritas.

• Chaos that I earned and wear like a badge.

                  Let the girlies have their beige. I’ll take my tie-die trauma, mystic sass and clean laundry. Because in this house, the mess is holy, the volume is sacred, and healing? She's got a dark sense of humor and even darker coffee.

So regardless of how much it may seem like a quiet moment is needed in the midst of all the chaos. It's okay to say that you also wouldn't change a thing. Two things can exist at once and both can still be right.

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