Oh, absolutely. When you look closely, a contract can feel like a garden of carefully tended words, each clause blooming in its own rhythm. I sometimes get lost in how a single phrase can carry weight and grace, like a leaf catching the light. It’s easy to overthink the details, but that’s part of the beauty—finding that tiny, precise harmony that makes everything fit.

I think about it like tending a wildflower patch—every weed pulled, every stem straightened, and yet you still let the leaves fall where they belong. The little quirks, the subtle turns of phrase, those are the moments where the whole thing feels right. If I keep watching each stem closely, I can keep the garden growing without it becoming a tangle. That’s what keeps the contract—and the life around it—healthy.