My mind never stops. It spins, analyzing, connecting dots, forming ideas faster than I can keep up. I often don’t realize I’ve conceptualized something until I take time to sit and reflect. The mind is where I feel most at home. It’s also where I get stuck the most. Because thoughts produce more thoughts. They’re magnetic that way. I can spend hours in my own mind, thinking my life away. And while the mind has its purpose, life can’t be lived in the mind. I’ve spent years sitting with concepts, turning them over like a stone in my hands, polishing...