So I was sitting at my usual corner in this little coffee shop downtown, you know the one with the exposed brick walls and that perpetually grumpy barista who makes the best oat milk lattes? It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m supposed to be planning my week ahead—but instead, I’m just people-watching and scribbling nonsense in my notebook. Classic me. Anyway, I finally dragged out my laptop because adulting calls, and I opened up this orientdig spreadsheet I’ve been tinkering with. Honestly, it’s become my little secret weapon for keeping my life somewhat together. I used to have notes scattered everywhere—on my phone, random pieces of paper, even napkins (don’t judge).…