Halfway here, balancing on one foot

I've come to realize that my mind is an overloaded place. I usually come to this realization at least three times a year, every year. There's a certain perspective I try to visualize it from, which I'll try to verbally explain here. I'm curious if anyone else sorts out how they think like I do. Picture singular thoughts; remember to take your medications, call your grandpa, reply to a text you forgot about, etc. Each individual starting thought sits on this proverbial bottom row, with intertwining strings and strands connecting them to others in an amalgamated chain. My mind often races through rows of thoughts, shooting up and down from one to another, each branching into its own tree of wonderings. It sounds all frilly and nonsensical, but it happens so fast that it feels more like a reflex. I don't remember a time when I wasn't so riddled with thought. It's a cumbersome weight to balance. Still, I felt a pull somewhere inside these soupy guts to write another post, but about what?…