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 the “Reformed” Chaos 

Hey everyone, it’s Tina.

I saw a meme the other day that personally attacked me in the best way possible. It said: “Not being crazy anymore is funny asf cause I still get all the same thoughts I just have self control now.”

I have never felt more seen, more heard, and more slightly judged by an internet graphic in my entire life.

If you’ve known me for a while, you know “Old Tina.” Old Tina didn’t have a “filter.” She had a megaphone and a complete lack of impulse control. If I felt a feeling, the whole world felt it with me. If I thought for a split second that someone was giving me side-eye, I wasn’t just going to wonder why—I was going to build a full forensic case, present it at 2:00 AM, and probably send a 7-paragraph text that started with “It’s just funny how…” (Narrator: It was, in fact, not funny.)

But lately? I’ve been “chill.” I’ve been “level-headed.” I’ve been the person who breathes deeply and “chooses peace.”

But here is the secret that nobody tells you about personal growth: The “crazy” doesn’t actually leave your brain. It just gets a better security system.

People look at me now and think I’ve reached some sort of Zen-like enlightenment. They see me at brunch when someone makes a backhanded comment, and they see me just sip my mimosa and smile.

What they see: A mature, evolved woman who is above petty drama.

What’s actually happening: Inside my head, I am currently flipping a table, hiring a private investigator, and composing a poetic insult that would make a Victorian ghost weep.

The difference is that now, there’s a tiny, responsible version of me standing at a control panel in my brain. She’s exhausted, she’s holding a cup of coffee, and she’s screaming, “DO NOT PRESS THE SEND BUTTON, TINA. WE ARE NOT DOING THIS TODAY.”

It is honestly hilarious to sit there in total silence while your brain is doing backflips and screaming like a tea kettle. It’s like being the undercover agent of your own life.

We’ve all been told to “just take a breath” when we’re frustrated.

When I was younger, if you told me to breathe, I’d probably stop breathing out of spite. Now? I take that breath. But let’s be real—that breath isn’t just for oxygen. It’s a containment strategy. It’s the five seconds I need to talk myself out of saying the thing that will require a three-day apology tour later.

I’ll be in a meeting, or talking to an ex, or dealing with a customer service rep who clearly woke up and chose violence, and I’ll just… breathe. Everyone thinks I’m being “thoughtful.” I’m actually just waiting for the “Old Tina” urge to throw a stapler to pass.

There is a weird kind of power in having “The Thoughts” but not acting on them.

It’s like having a secret identity. I’ll walk through the grocery store, and someone will cut me in line with fifteen items in the “10 or Less” lane. The old me would have started a town hall meeting right there in Aisle 4. The new me? I just look at them, feel the familiar fire of a thousand suns rise up in my chest, and then… I just let it sit there.

I’ll think, “Wow, I could really ruin this person’s afternoon. I have the vocabulary for it. I have the spirit for it. But… I think I’ll just go home and eat my pasta instead.”

It’s the ultimate “I could, but I won’t.” It makes me feel like a superhero whose only power is not being a public nuisance.

If you’re reading this and you’re in the same boat—congratulations. We are the silent warriors.

Don’t feel bad that you still have the “crazy” thoughts. Having the thought doesn’t make you a mess; it just makes you human. It’s the self-control that makes you a legend.

The thoughts are always going to be there. They’re like that one eccentric aunt who shows up to every family reunion uninvited. You can’t stop her from coming, but you can stop her from grabbing the microphone during the toasts.

So, here’s to us. To the girls who still want to key the car, send the text, and start the fire—but choose to buy a candle and go to bed early instead. We’re doing great, sweetie.

Stay “sane” (mostly),

Tina

Does your “Old Self” ever try to take the wheel? Tell me I’m not the only one holding back a literal hurricane with a single deep breath in the comments!

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A brand isn’t built by chasing every new trend.

It’s built by what stays the same.

When you change without a reason, you break the memory your audience has of you.

Consistency is the only thing that keeps a brand alive in people's minds.

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Roommate Phase

You ever have one of those moments where you’re sitting on the couch, staring at the side of someone’s head while they scroll through TikTok, and you realize you haven’t actually spoken to them in three days? And no, “Did you remember to move the laundry?” does not count as a conversation.

I saw this quote today—you know the ones, white background, depressing font, designed to make you stare into the middle distance and sigh like a character in a mid-2000s indie movie. It said: “I don’t know what we are anymore… but I miss what we were.”

And honestly? Ouch. Rude. Who gave the internet permission to read my diary?

I’ve been thinking a lot about the “Before.” You remember that version of yourself? The one who actually laughed until their stomach hurt? Back then, we had this shorthand. One look across a crowded room and we knew exactly what the other person was thinking (usually something judgmental about the catering, let’s be real).

Laughter used to be the default setting. Now, it feels like I’m trying to start a lawnmower that’s been sitting in the rain for six years. I pull the cord, it coughs a little, maybe emits a puff of smoke, and then… silence.

The quote mentions “silence and distance where closeness used to live,” and man, that is the most accurate description of a fading spark I’ve ever heard. It’s not a loud silence. It’s not the “we just had a screaming match” silence. It’s the “I’m sitting three feet away from you but I might as well be on Mars” silence.

It’s the kind of distance where you want to reach out and touch their arm, but you’re afraid it’ll feel like touching a stranger at the grocery store. It’s awkward. It’s heavy. It’s like we’re both holding our breath, waiting for the other person to either say something profound or just… leave the room.

The worst part is the memory hoarding. I feel like a biological museum curator. I’m constantly looking back at photos from two years ago—who are those people? They look so well-rested. They look like they actually like each other.

The quote says these memories feel like they “belong to someone else,” and I felt that in my soul. I look at those old versions of us and I want to tap them on the shoulder and say, “Hey, enjoy this. Don’t take the easy laughter for granted, because eventually, you’re going to be arguing about the ‘correct’ way to load the dishwasher for forty-five minutes.”

I’d give anything to go back, even for just five minutes. Not to change anything—I’m not that ambitious—but just to feel that “slipping away” feeling stop for a second. To feel that effortless click again.

But until I figure out how to build a time machine (or at least figure out how to talk about something other than the weather and the electric bill), I guess I’ll just keep scrolling through these weirdly relatable quotes and wondering if everyone else is also just faking it until they make it.

If you’re sitting in that same silence tonight, just know you’re not the only one. Maybe we should all start a club. We won’t talk, obviously. We’ll just sit in the same room and collectively sigh.

Stay messy, friends.

— Tina

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Shorter tasks.
Clear priorities.
Non-negotiable execution.

Less thinking.
More doing.

The work does not ask if you are ready.
It asks if you are consistent.

Build anyway.

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Stop waiting for the "perfect" moment to start.

Your favorite creators and CEOs all began with a messy draft and a lot of mistakes.

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What’s one thing you’re starting today?

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You don’t need permission to start.

You need courage to continue.

Anyone can begin.
Few can stay consistent when it gets boring.

That’s the real difference.

Keep showing up.

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The secret to massive personal growth isn't a complex hack.

It’s just a journal and 6 months of patience. 📓

Most people quit before the results kick in.

Don’t be the 99% who give up.

Write your goals, stay grateful, and keep going.

Will you be the 0.1%?

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Nobody sees the early days.

The zero likes.
The slow growth.
The doubt.

But that’s where the real builders are made.

Stay patient. Stay consistent.
Your breakthrough is being built in silence.

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28 weeks.
A week after my birthday—no pause, just continuation.

Time moves forward, and so do we.

The Artemis II mission reminds us of what discipline and preparation can achieve—
the first return beyond Low Earth Orbit since Apollo, carrying historic firsts:
the first woman, first non-American, and first African-American on a lunar mission.

Progress doesn’t happen by chance.

It is built on consistency, focus, and the willingness to go further—step by step, week by week.
That is the standard.
Single Through College Coalition, 28 weeks strong.

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