For years I tried to keep my notes in neat folders: Work, Ideas, Personal, Someday. It never lasted more than a month before everything ended up dumped in "Misc."
What finally worked was giving up on folders entirely and thinking of my notes the way astronomers think of stars — scattered points that only mean something once you draw lines between them.
Now instead of filing a thought away, I ask: what does this connect to? A stray idea about a book links to a note about a conversation, which links to something I want to build. The folders never mattered — the constellations did.
If your note-taking system keeps collapsing, try loosening the structure instead of tightening it. Let ideas find their own neighbors.
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