Okay, so I’m sitting in this little corner cafe, the one with the slightly too-loud indie playlist and the barista who always remembers I take oat milk. It’s Sunday, the rain is doing that annoying drizzle thing where you can’t decide if you need an umbrella or just a good hoodie. I’m here, laptop open, procrastinating on replying to emails because, well, Sunday. My friend Mia just texted me a photo of her chaotic kitchen renovation, and it sent me down this whole spiral about life admin. You know the feeling? When one messy thing reminds you of all the other messy things. Which, weirdly, is how I ended up…