Returning to Woolf, her fiction models this balance: Mrs Dalloway (1925) maps a single planned day—errands, a party—through which unplanned meetings and memories bloom. Likewise, we can set boundaries, lay paths, and leave a gate ajar: focused mornings, strolling afternoons, and margins between. Arrange your hours like careful gardens, and then step back; if the soil is ready and the paths are clear, surprise will find its way. [...]
