My memories of oats are of a terrible, stodgy mess that included me drenching it in brown sugar and milk. It would do its job, keep me full and do away with a rumbling hungry tummy. It was digestible and nothing more.
Halfway through 2017, I had realised that I was far less productive than I should have been. My life was organised but the organisation itself was strung together into a tangled mess. Too many apps, scribbled pieces of paper and failed attempts at using a poorly put-together bullet journal to my advantage.