It started with a meltdown in the cereal aisle, of all places. I was standing there, phone in hand, trying to schedule a coffee date with a friend while simultaneously choosing between Weetabix and granola. My calendar app glared back at me, a technicolor nightmare of overlapping commitments, back-to-back meetings, and precious few white spaces. My friend had suggested three potential times, none of which I could accommodate without some elaborate reshuffling of my carefully…