Starting in preschool I was the child who stared out a window or down at the floor daydreaming. This was usually the case during classes in which I wasn't paying attention. I seemed to get through most of my other schooling because I loved to read, which produced a storehouse of information that I'd ponder as I wasn't paying attention. I was in my head, in my own little world. Distracted thinking became a rather default mode, and as much as it is something I now wrestle with, I do think it has some positive value. This aspect of my character is still there to some degree, and it still shocks me that my life is as functional as it is. I still think that dreaming and creativity are important, and should be developed for most people, and that's a big part of why I teach in an art department. One thing I notice about this creative impulse to daydream is that it helps establish goals and priorities. On the other hand the same imaginative skills that lead me to daydream are just as likely to make me anxious. Every day feels like a rollercoaster in my stomach. In that little world inside my head it is easy to live in the past or the future, and it is much more difficult to live in the present. Lately I have taken up meditation to try to become more present. Even in meditation it is a difficult undertaking. This is the start of a kind of psychological and intellectual autobiography. I will be looking for ways to expand it and develop it. As much as it serves some value for myself, I hope it may be of value to someone somewhere else. I make it public but I don't intend it for everyone. It is an exercise. It is becoming data.