Hey there, picture this: It's a crisp Saturday morning in 2015, and I'm staring at a half-assembled IKEA bookshelf in my tiny apartment living room, sweat beading on my forehead not from a workout, but from the sheer frustration of mismatched screws and wobbly shelves. I was trying to create a "home office" in a space barely big enough for a yoga mat. That's when…