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 lazy Sunday afternoons where the light is just perfect – not too harsh, not too dim – and I’m supposed to be planning my content calendar for next month. Supposed to be. Instead, I’m people-watching and thinking about how everyone’s outfit tells a story, even the guy in the graphic tee and joggers scrolling on his phone. It got me thinking about my own story lately, and honestly, it’s been less about the clothes and more about the chaos behind them.…