Okay, so I’m sitting in this little corner cafe, the one with the terrible Wi-Fi but the best oat milk lattes, you know the one. It’s one of those weirdly bright Sunday afternoons where you feel both incredibly lazy and weirdly productive. I was supposed to be planning my content calendar—a task I find only slightly less enjoyable than folding fitted sheets—when I fell down a rabbit hole. Not the usual TikTok or Pinterest kind. A spreadsheet rabbit hole. I know, I know, hear me out. It started because my brain felt like my Notes app: a chaotic, colorful mess of ideas for videos, post concepts, and that half-baked thought…