Okay, so it’s Saturday morning, and I’m sitting in my favorite corner of this tiny coffee shop downtown. The one with the mismatched chairs and the barista who always remembers my order—oat latte, extra hot. Outside, the sun is doing that thing where it’s bright but not warm, and everyone’s walking around with that slightly confused autumn energy. You know the vibe. I’m supposed to be catching up on emails, but honestly, I’ve been scrolling through my orientdig spreadsheet for the past twenty minutes. It’s become this weirdly comforting habit—like checking a mood board that’s just for me. I started it last month when I was trying to get a…