My mind is like a super high-speed highway of thoughts and ideas — the consequence: a mind that's never still. Need an idea? I got one. When I was young, my Mom said, "where do you sometimes go in your mind? I can tell you are (very) mentally occupied." My Dad also observed and shared that my difficulty with writing was my output from mind to paper didn't match my mental input. It is perhaps why I can sometimes exercise great patience because I spend the time lost in thought. Other times it makes me irritable because there are too many simultaneous thoughts which then become noisy, and I feel overwhelmed. Which is why I obsess and stress about my need for life to be simple, elegant, efficient, structured and systematic. Whatever I can do to narrow my scope of focus, and compartmentalize my thoughts, I will do, so, here we are: writing.