So I was sitting in this little corner cafe yesterday afternoon, you know the one with the mismatched chairs and that barista who always remembers your order? I had just finished running errands – the kind of weekend stuff that feels both productive and vaguely pointless – and decided to treat myself to an iced oat milk latte. The sun was hitting the table just right, and I had my laptop open, not really working, just scrolling. And then it hit me: I needed to finally organize my life. Or at least, my closet. Let me back up. Lately, my style has felt… scattered. One day I’m all minimalist linen,…