Left brain? Hello, I'm right brain.
Sep. 6th, 2008 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quisletI'm a pretty analytical guy. That's how I live my life. Vocation-wise, you could call me a "risk management professional." I research and plan. In fact, I'm home from Faire today because I plan. Tropical Storm Hanna was headed this way, we've been prone to blackouts at the house, and the Bradford pear in my front yard is shedding large limbs like crazy this year. Someone needed to stay home with this menagerie of rescued cats and the neurotic dog.
I plan, meaning that I live in what we used to call the "left brain." Now it's all Gardner's multiple intelligences and stuff, but I live my life based on what I can observe, analyze, interpret and apply. And yet, a poet spoke to me today. It was a basic "carpe diem" sort of message, but it reached me through the back door: my heart. The funny thing is, I heard the message today, when I was alone and most receptive, precisely because I plan.
I guess that means that this isn't a "throw the baby out with the bathwater" sort of message. No discarding my carefully disciplined planning and analytical skills, just a reminder that living in the moment can be just as important as having a plan. There's a time for reading off the script of life, and there's a time to improvise. I guess I kind of lost touch with that lately. Maybe that's an unfortunate side-effect of grad school in the sciences.
The Shiva-kitten seems to agree. She just climbed up the chair to sniff my hair. I think it's time to find the next moment.
I plan, meaning that I live in what we used to call the "left brain." Now it's all Gardner's multiple intelligences and stuff, but I live my life based on what I can observe, analyze, interpret and apply. And yet, a poet spoke to me today. It was a basic "carpe diem" sort of message, but it reached me through the back door: my heart. The funny thing is, I heard the message today, when I was alone and most receptive, precisely because I plan.
I guess that means that this isn't a "throw the baby out with the bathwater" sort of message. No discarding my carefully disciplined planning and analytical skills, just a reminder that living in the moment can be just as important as having a plan. There's a time for reading off the script of life, and there's a time to improvise. I guess I kind of lost touch with that lately. Maybe that's an unfortunate side-effect of grad school in the sciences.
The Shiva-kitten seems to agree. She just climbed up the chair to sniff my hair. I think it's time to find the next moment.
