I think about who I want to be, the things I want to paint and places I want to go.
I think about how it would be to hit a tree or concrete pillar at 75 miles an hour every time I'm driving.
I think about that wonderful feeling opiate painkillers give you.
I think about those currents, waves, little electric shocks, 'butterflies', tingles and hormonal squirts and flushes when I meet someone I find attractive. Love it! Except when it makes me want to barf.