Because I’ve realised this. It isn’t the physical item, the vase, the suitcase, the drawer, that matters most. It’s the mindfulness, the intention, the gentle purpose of making something better, brighter, more beautiful than it was before.

If you've ever stood in front of a half-stripped chair, paint-splattered jeans, and a growing sense of self-doubt whispering “What on earth have I done?” — you’re not alone.