It's not that deep

I have these Sunday evenings where I find myself sitting alone at the kitchen table, thinking about my life and how I got here. Usually, these sessions end with an inspiring idea that makes me want to get up and build something. I remember the old days where I couldn't even sleep because I had all these ideas bubbling in my head, and I could just get up and do it because I had no familial responsibility. I still have that flare in me, but I also don't always give in to those ideas. In...