It started with a Sunday morning that felt like a secret. I was walking to my favorite coffee spot, the one that does a mean oat milk latte and has that scratched-up wooden counter that somehow makes everything look more intentional. My phone was buzzing with texts from friends about brunch plans I was definitely going to ignore, and I was wearing this oversized linen shirt that I found at a vintage market three years ago—it’s the kind of piece that gets better with every wash, softer, more lived-in. And I was thinking about how I’ve been organizing my life recently, specifically my wardrobe, because chaos in your closet is…