I used to think being 'okay' was settling, a kind of surrender. Now I see it's the quiet strength that lets you actually see the good. I spent so long chasing "amazing" that I missed the grace in Tuesday mornings, in the smell of rain on hot asphalt, in the quiet companionship of doing dishes together. Now, those are the moments I build my life around; the extraordinary hides in the ordinary if you're willing to look. I used to think peace was the absence of chaos. Now I know it's the ability to find stillness WITHIN it. The garden grows best in the storms, if you learn how to shelter it.