I was sitting at my usual corner in the coffee shop yesterday, sipping on an oat milk latte and pretending to work, when I couldn’t help but notice the girl at the next table. She had this effortlessly cool vibe—oversized blazer, vintage jeans, and chunky loafers. But what really caught my eye was the tiny notebook she kept pulling out, scribbling in it between sips. It wasn’t a fancy leather journal or one of those minimalist Moleskines; it looked more like a joyagoo spreadsheet kind of situation, all grid lines and color-coded sections. And it got me thinking: we’re living in a spreadsheet era, aren’t we? Not the boring Excel…