When I was a child, I had an endless imagination. I’m sure you did, too. I never grew tired of drawing, painting, and making up entire worlds in my head. With my entire neighborhood as my stage, I boldly explored every inch of it and never grew bored. As I transformed into a teenager and an adult, I kept my creativity and continued to paint and draw. My mind always wandered in class and I never had a shortage of questions about the universe, or potential solutions to the world’s problems. That is, until my mid-20s or so. Immersed in…
