Thank you, kind sir. It’s called OCD. During the planning stage, I wake up in the middle of the night and scribble notes. At any given time, my wife will catch me in a trance with a bit of drool rolling down the corner of my mouth and have to slap me back to reality (think “Bueller, Bueller, Bueller......”). And while this was finished in natural, and I was spared in this case, don’t even ask me about making color choices.....arg!!!
G.A.S. There is no question, I (and many, many, many, many others) struggle with this infliction. The struggle is real.
Now, back to PSF, Reverb, and creative juices (Bueller, Bueller, Bueller.......)