My mind tends to teeter between past regrets and the potential of the future. It’s easy for me to get tangled.

Vivid mental scenes arise out of seemingly nowhere — moments where I question both my actions and choices of inaction. Like somehow, if I think about it a bit more, I can change what occurred.

My compulsion is to control. If it is to be done, I am to do it. I know how, come on everyone, follow along now.

Gold-star seeking is ever-present. It doesn’t matter the topic. My ego yearns to accomplish and win. My tendency is to plan and incessantly do, often, until exhaustion.