Of all the hills I was prepared to die on, my allegiance to a***og note-taking was the steepest. For the longest time, I was a staunch advocate of the pen and paper, convinced that the tactile feedback of a fountain pen scratching across a page was essential to my thought process. I refused to be one of those people who needed lists on a screen to know what’s next in order of business. However, I acknowledged my system was inefficient — ideas scattered across half a dozen notebooks, meeting notes in one and project plans in another, while everyday to-do lists on little scraps were misplaced all the time.