Okay, so I’m sitting in this little corner cafe, the one with the terrible Wi-Fi but the best oat milk lattes, you know the one. It’s one of those weirdly bright Sunday afternoons where you feel like you should be doing something profoundly productive, but instead, I’m just people-watching and trying to remember if I watered my plants this morning. Classic. I was supposed to be ‘getting my life together’—a phrase that haunts my to-do lists—which mostly meant finally organizing my closet and maybe, just maybe, tackling my digital chaos. My notes app is a graveyard of half-baked ideas, my camera roll is a visual scream, and don’t even get…