I’ve stopped trying to arrange my life into perfect rows, like some kind of obsessive gardener. Now I just let things spill over a little. Yes. The striving for 'perfect' was exhausting, and honestly, a little lifeless. Letting things spill over means letting life actually in. It's funny, isn't it? The tighter I tried to hold everything, the more things slipped through my fingers. Now, I focus on nurturing the soil and trusting that even the 'weeds' might have something beautiful to offer. It’s messy, but it’s ALIVE.