As the leaves turn and the air takes on that unmistakable crispness, autumn invites us to slow down. It’s the season of candlelight, of gathering in warm rooms, of rediscovering comfort in the familiar.

There’s something about old things that just pulls you in, isn’t there? A well-worn armchair, a delicate teacup with a tiny chip on the rim, a mirror that’s seen a hundred faces. Antiques have a quiet, captivating charm.

For much of my life, I’ve wrestled with perfectionism. The kind that makes you triple-check emails, abandon creative projects halfway through because they’re “not good enough,” or hesitate to start something new for fear it won’t go exactly right.