Threads curl, loops circle back, and layers fold over one another. Life winds around us in ways we never see coming, in patterns we can’t always understand. Wrapped in moments of joy, loss, love, and growth, we become all wound up — carrying every experience close, every spiral with intention, letting each coil, each fold, each layer leave its mark. And in the winding, in the folds, in the tension, we find ourselves. The moments that once pulled tight now hold us together. Every twist, every turn, every layer is proof of living, proof of feeling, proof that even in the mess, even in the chaos, we are fully here. And that being all wound up is where the tension untangles into truth, and the beauty of it all finally reveals itself.