If I were to sit on a couch and let my mind wander, here’s what would happen. Some little gremlin would creep into my brain and start picking away at it, filling me with worry and doubt. Soon I’d find myself reduced to a rhythmic mantra of “This sucks. I’m screwed. There’s nothing I can do about it.” Over and over.

But lately I’ve learned to take a step back from all that. Whenever I start trying to solve innumerable problems in my head, I’m now able to remember what I am underneath all that. I’m just a guy on a couch. Any evil that’s breeding in my imagination is just that – imagined.

I find that this brain can be just as encumbering as it can be liberating. I’m trying to opt more for the latter. I think this realization is a good start.