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 a long week of work and decided to treat myself to a lazy Saturday afternoon with a book and an iced oat milk latte. The sun was streaming through the window, making those little dust particles dance in the air, and I couldn’t help but feel this weird sense of calm. It’s funny how sometimes the simplest moments just hit different. Anyway, I was people-watching between chapters (don’t judge, it’s a hobby) and started thinking about how everyone has their…