Messy (Hair Don’t Care): The Wild, Beautiful, Unapologetic Life I’ve Lived

You ever just look around your life and think:

“Wow. This is a damn mess…

…but it’s mine, and honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Yeah. Welcome to my world. Messy (hair don’t care) has been the tagline of my existence since before hashtags were a thing.

And while the world keeps trying to sell us tidy timelines and filtered feelings—I’ve learned that the mess?

The chaos?

The wildness?

It’s not something to fix.

It’s something to celebrate.

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✧ I’ve Never Had a “Neat” Life—But I’ve Had a Real One

No blueprint.

No straight line.

No white picket fences.

Just a girl, a prayer, and a cosmic GPS that likes to re-route mid-journey.

My life has been full of messy decisions. Messy love. Messy healing.

And somehow, through the spilled coffee, broken dreams, rebirths, and relocations—I’ve come out on top.

Not because I had it all together.

Because I had the courage to keep going even when everything looked like a beautiful disaster.

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✧ I’ve Raised Three Kids Pretty Much on My Own (and Somehow Still Had Energy to Dream)

Let me tell you something: raising three humans on your own while building a business, navigating spiritual awakening, and still managing to find your eyeliner some mornings?

That’s not mess.

That’s magic.

That’s goddess-level multitasking. That’s divine chaos. That’s frequency-based living at its finest.

I didn’t do it perfectly.

I did it with love, grit, and a whole lot of laughter through tears.

There were nights I fell asleep in clothes I wore all day, food that came from others and gratitude, and breakdowns that turned into breakthroughs by dawn.

And still—my kids are whole.

My business is alive.

And my spirit is so much louder than my stress.

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✧ I Move Like a Gypsy—Because My Soul Was Never Meant to Be Caged

I’ve traveled in more places than most people vacation in their entire life.

I've moved more than 18 times with kids in tow.

I’ve packed up my life in the middle of spiritual awakenings.

I’ve followed whispers, dreams, dragons, energy portals, and emotional waves.

People ask me, “Don’t you want to just settle down?”

And I say: “Settle into what? A version of myself that no longer fits?”

I don’t move because I’m lost.

I move because I’m led.

Because I’m attuned to something bigger than the five-year plan.

Because sometimes the medicine is in the mountain, the river, the unknown in the sea, and the VAN full of doggos with just enough to remind me I’m alive.

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✧ My Choices? Not Always Polished. Yet They’re Always True.

Let’s get one thing straight:

I’ve made choices that didn’t make sense on paper.

That looked like madness from the outside.

That had people whispering, “She’s lost it…”

But I wasn’t lost.

I was becoming.

And while some people were busy building boxes, I was breaking them open.

While some chased status, I chased sovereignty.

And you know what I found in the mess?

• Me.

• My truth.

• My joy.

• My f*cking power.

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✧ My Frequency? That’s What You Feel—Even When I’m Falling Apart

I’ve learned this: You don’t have to be perfect to be powerful.

You don’t have to be polished to be magnetic.

You just have to be real.

There were seasons I didn’t have the right words.

Times I couldn’t keep up with the emails, the laundry, or the lunar cycles.

Times when grief walked with me like a shadow—yet still, my field radiated.

Because frequency isn’t about the face you wear.

It’s about the vibe you carry.

And my vibe? It says:

“She’s been through hell and still lights candles for strangers.

She’s fallen apart and still holds space for others.

She’s messy—but damn, she’s alive.”

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✧ The World Doesn’t Need Perfect Women—It Needs Honest Ones

So if you’re out there feeling like a hot, sacred mess—listen to me:

You’re not broken.

You’re becoming.

You’re not failing.

You’re forging.

And when you show up, unfiltered and undone, with truth in your eyes and fire in your soul—you give the world permission to exhale.

Because perfection is a lie that keeps women small.

And mess?

Mess is where the medicine lives.

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✧ My Life’s Message: Experience It All (Even the Chaos)

I didn’t come here to tiptoe through this life.

I came to experience it—in full technicolor.

To love hard.

To cry on highways.

To dance in forests.

To burn it all down and start again with glitter in my veins.

I’m not here to meet the world’s expectations.

I’m here to live.

And that means making mistakes.

Loving people who don’t always love back.

Changing my mind.

Saying yes too soon.

And saying no when it’s already too late.

And somehow, it all works out.

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✧ This Is a Reclamation of the Sacred Mess

To every woman who’s ever been called too much, too wild, too emotional, too inconsistent, too complicated:

This one’s for you.

You are not too much.

You are the exact medicine the world forgot it needed.

Your softness? Revolutionary.

Your honesty? Disarming.

Your mess? Divine.

Let them judge.

Let them misunderstand.

Let them try to fit you into a spreadsheet.

You’ll be over here—alive, aligned, and unbothered—sipping tea with dragons, laughing with your kids, and building an empire from your soul’s blueprint.

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✧ Let Your Hair Be Wild and Your Life Wilder

So no, I don’t care if my hair is messy.

I don’t care if my path looks like a zigzag.

I don’t care if I’m not the version of success someone else wrote in a business book.

I care that I’ve lived.

That I’ve loved.

That I’ve channeled.

That I’ve shown up, even when everything felt like a storm.

This life is not a curated grid—it’s a living altar.

And mine?

It’s cluttered with coffee cups, crystals, journals, and dragon fire.

And I wouldn’t change a thing.

So here’s to the messy ones.

The brave ones.

The magical ones.

Hair don’t care. Life on purpose. Mess and all.

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Written By Angela L. Holmes, Nervous System Intuitive™, Spiritual Energy Alchemist,

Soul Travel Compass™