So I was sitting in this little coffee shop downtown yesterday, you know the one with the mismatched chairs and that weirdly good lavender latte? It was one of those slow Sunday afternoons where time just sort of melts. I had my laptop open, not really working, just scrolling mindlessly. My to-do list was staring back at me from a boring, beige-looking spreadsheet. You know the type—rows, columns, numbers that make your eyes glaze over. I sighed, took a sip of my now-lukewarm coffee, and thought, There has to be a better way to organize my brain. That’s when I remembered this thing a friend mentioned in passing. She called…