May 6, 2009
My Left Brain beat up my Right Brain and left it for dead. Obnoxious dominant Left Brain—always trying to count everything twice, make exhaustive lists, work in concrete steps toward measurable outcomes. Right Brain laid sprawled silently in the dirty, dark alley for a time, feeling its blood oozing from the gash Left Brain slashed across its forehead. It—even wounded—is strong, a survivor, so Right Brain eventually crawled from the alley, picked itself up, brushed itself off, and went in search of a pencil and notebook in which to write. Left Brain grudgingly welcomed Right Brain back.