My Left Brain, the Dictator

2016.02.29

My brain doesn’t seem to want to share its processes between the left and right hemispheres.  At least that’s the attitude of my left brain.  I thought that the two sides were supposed to be able to share brain time and communicate as required through that molecular wonder called the corpus callosum.  This doesn’t seem to be a natural state for me.

For the last two months I have been helping a friend through transition from independent to supported living.  That has involved a lot of planning and linear execution of a variety of tasks.  This sort of thing used to be second nature to me in my career and, just for the record, I was exceptionally good at it.  So, with the planning and organizational challenge put in front of me with my friend’s move, it was like my left brain rediscovered itself.

I thought, given all the time I’ve put in to ignite my right brain artistry and creativity, that I could continue to do both — keep up with my art (photography and writing) and handle the pressures of getting my friend transitioned from one lifestyle to another.  Left brain said “No”, raised the corpus callosum drawbridge, and took over control of all my thinking.  In the past few weeks I’ve taken my camera to the field to try and make images, with no success, and I’ve sat in front of my computer hoping I can come up with something I feel like writing, with nary a sentence showing up on the screen.

Now comes the challenge of re-exciting my right brain and getting back to what I value these days, my artistic work.  I’m not quite sure how this will go, but my guess is that it will take a bit longer to transition this way than it did for my left brain to take over as it has done over the past few months.

I hope that my trying to be an artist and use my right brain effectively is not like pushing on a rope.  It seems that the ‘natural’ state of my brain is to live on the left and I have to constantly work to keep the right engaged.  The good news is that it is a lot of fun.  Further, when I can be fully engaged in my art, I don’t end up awake in the middle of the night, worrying that I’ve forgotten some task I need to do.  I worked under that sort of stress during my career and pulled it off pretty well, but I was younger then and, I think, handled it better.

Hopefully, my next essay will be a bit more creative.  Whatever comes out, I find that the anticipation of doing some creative stuff again is motivational.