So I was sitting in this little coffee shop downtown yesterday, you know the one with the exposed brick walls and the barista who always remembers your order? It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons where time just sort of melts away. I had my laptop open, not really working, just scrolling mindlessly, when I stumbled upon something that actually made me pause my Instagram doomscroll. It was this thing called the orientdig spreadsheet. At first glance, I thought, “Great, another productivity tool to make me feel bad about my chaotic notes app.” But something about it felt different. Maybe it was the name, or the way people were…