I've come to the conclusion that I have a severe disorder called "Delusions of Greatness"
Everything is usually fine in my normal routine, except I get these flashes in my head, of what I think are, brilliant ideas.
Does this happen to everyone?
Do I need meds to subdue my huge ego that has, over the course of my 38 years, been beaten and shoved and locked away into a tiny box? And in this particular case, the box is about to burst open. I'm an Aries and I don't think anyone really wants a Aries running around helter skelter trashing the place. For so long I've kept everything balanced in a Libra-esque way.
Every so often I think, if only I could finish up this project and then I'll be recognized as the true genius that I am.
I can tell you this, when I'm 80 and I have my retrospective, I will be in the New York Times and the critics will say I am ahead of my time. A Ray Eames of her generation. This is what I see.