So I was sitting in this little corner cafe yesterday, you know the one with the mismatched chairs and that barista who always remembers your order? I had just finished my morning run – well, more of a brisk walk, let’s be real – and decided to treat myself to an oat milk latte. The sun was hitting the table just right, and I had my laptop open, scrolling through my usual weekend rabbit holes. And then it hit me. I’d been meaning to organize my closet for ages. Not just the physical mess, but the digital one too. Photos, notes, links to items I loved but never bought… all…