One of my word doodles. Thoughts that cross my mind, profound moments of insight and clarity. This one, “Trying to sort through the pain of a broken heart is like a blind man trying to find his way out of a maze with no doors.” I can’t draw (obviously) and I don’t care, because when I doodle, when I draw, I unlock that part of my brain that remains hidden when I’m working with numbers and code and computer crashes all day long.