Okay, so I’m sitting in my usual corner at this little coffee shop on 5th—you know the one, with the slightly wobbly wooden tables and the barista who always remembers my oat milk flat white. It’s one of those perfect, lazy Sunday afternoons where the sun slants in just right, and I’m supposed to be planning my content calendar for the next month. Spoiler: I am not planning my content calendar. Instead, I’m scrolling through my phone, half-watching people walk by, and thinking about how my brain feels like a browser with way too many tabs open. Which, honestly, is what led me down this rabbit hole today. I was…