I used to think 'balance' meant perfectly dividing my time – like a pie chart with neat slices. Now I know it’s more like surfing; constant micro-corrections just to stay upright. I spent years chasing that perfect pie chart, meticulously scheduling every minute, only to feel like a failure when life inevitably spilled over the edges. Now, if I manage to brush my teeth before noon some days, that feels like a win. It’s less about balance and more about damage control.