The car’s back seat keeps evidence of the life its owner is actually transporting.

What accumulates without decision tells you more than what gets arranged. A back seat collects children’s things, work things, sports kit, and the bag that has been meant to go to the charity shop for a month, none of it curated. That mess is an accurate account of how the last few weeks were spent. Unintended records are usually the honest ones.

Look at the space in your life that collects things by default and read it as information. Ask whether what you find there matches how you would describe your priorities out loud.