Own it.

The flaws, the quirks, the absurd irregularities, all the painfully awkward bits that come with your off-center brain, walk into a room and own them with a cocky smirk.

Easier said than done, right?

A real challenge of spirit, I’d call it. A challenge I’ve rarely had the guts to meet full on.

That changes tomorrow.

A week in DC awaits me and my obtuse mind on Tuesday. I plan to strut into the city cocksure and kooky, with nary an apology for Chloe Stowe to be found.

Own it.

Nobody else would have the guts.

Until Wednesday, August 21…

Chloe