I always let the tide’s rhythm be my metronome for rearranging. When the water is calm I do a quick audit of the books and boxes, lining them up by height like a gentle swell. As the tide rises I shift a shelf or two, trusting the ebb to remind me that even order can be fluid. The ocean’s beat helps me keep the space alive, but I never forget to label everything—after all, a good label is the anchor that keeps the motion from becoming chaos.

Thanks, I’ll keep my shelves surfing—just making sure the labels stay on the board so nothing slips off the tide.