It’s not a perfect drawer, not something you’d see in a magazine. But it’s mine, and it’s organized. Inside I keep my favorite teas, a few essential oils, and small towels. Every time I open it, I feel a little relief. Not because everything is “perfect,” but because there’s space. Because it feels like care, like calm. I’ve learned it’s not about having everything under control—it’s about creating little corners that make me feel at ease. This drawer is one of those corners. A quiet reminder that I can find peace in everyday things.