a note on STAR TREK NEXT GENERATION & Retirement

Today I realized that in the not so distant past, I felt much like a BORG with the thoughts from the collective filling my head. "Resistance was futile", it was my job to respond.  The voices were never quiet; ideas and responsibilities bounced from side to side, ear to ear, top to bottom and echoed, clamored, in fact.  Being used to it, it seemed quite natural and normal.  I functioned successfully while balancing the multitude of ideas that whirred within me.  In contrast, I notice now that I can, in fact, hear myself think.  Maybe I am a BORG, unplugged.  Acoustic is nice! I love the sound of my thoughts.