Thinking of all the right-brained individuals struggling to navigate the narrow passageways of Schedule and Order, struggling to keep from crashing in the violent headwaters of What To Do First. Some days, there is much deliberation and confusion. A poem, if you will, by the witty and charming Jeff of the Northwest.
by Jeff Englund
There is a man of twisted fate
whom God has given a twisted pate.
Within his mind, divergent halves,
the right and left like wayward calves,
stumbling and grazing separate ways
unhitched from mankind's structured days.
Guess that means we creatives have our own sorta schedule, order and grazing patterns.
Do you ever find yourself arguing with yourself? Confused by yourself? Thinking in two different ways at almost the same time?