So I was sitting in my favorite corner at this little coffee shop downtown yesterday – you know the one, with the mismatched chairs and that barista who always remembers I take oat milk. It was one of those perfect lazy Sunday afternoons where the sunlight just hits the window at the right angle, and I had absolutely nothing urgent to do. Just me, my half-finished latte, and my laptop open to… well, nothing important really. I was supposed to be planning my week, maybe sorting out some travel ideas, but instead, I found myself scrolling through old photos and thinking about how I organize my life. Or rather, how…