One of the best descriptions of me as a person was uttered by a random acquaintance, many years ago: “You’re one of those people who thinks all the time.” – “Du är en sån där som tänker hela tiden.” (Exclaimed in a tone of very slight condescension and puzzlement, as if the person cannot imagine ever being like that.)

And indeed I do. I cannot help thinking. It often requires an effort for me not to think.

Some kinds of thinking are more useful than others. Introspection, for example, I would group among the more useful ones.

Somewhere in the middle is the thinking that evaluates things – my life, my daily activities, the world around me – and considers how they can be improved.

Among the less useful ones is me questioning myself. So then I kind of have to convince myself, that questioning part of my brain, about something that I have already decided to do.