For as long as I can remember and certainly all of my adult life, a lot of the time my mind has felt like a Newton’s Cradle. Well, more like a million of them, all swinging in different directions at the same time. One minute I’ll be wanting to divert my energies towards x and the next y. I’ve forgotten more passing interests than ones I can remember having. Some have lasted days, some weeks, some months, some years.
