Cursed with unmanageable talent, creativity and awe, I drift through life plagued by a compulsion to make wonders come alive, untethered by any goals clearer than some sort of nebulous desire to contribute. My curiosity gets me into trouble and my anxious ambition keeps me from developing my full potential. In my most optimistic moments I get to imagine I may be what Leonardo da Vinci would have been like had he been a 21st century woman battling depression. I feel time running out as I live my life by the day – and maybe, just maybe, this blog is my attempt at dropping anchor in this broiling sea that I have come to live in.