I'm going on the record with this:
I have no left brain. I try, you know. I mean, I try and fake it, because that's the best I can do. I have a high-IQ, I read a lot, have a great education. But I'm on my, I don't know, 40th career. Something like that.
I'm not lazy. I don't watch TV or lounge around. I never shirk my obligations.
I participate in meetings and conference calls but it all -- goes right by me.
I have no idea what the &!^*@ anyone's talking about. Right now I'm in middle of managing a project for The Company as it transitions from A to B. (The transitioning involves a major downsizing -- in fact, when it's over I don't think any of us here will have a job.) In any case, the guy at the top of the food chain wants all the files and documents at Point A scanned and organized so that they match up with the documents stored at Point B.
And I've got four people waiting for me to tell them what to do. I honestly do not know. I mean, I told them, nicely, and they are working on it, apparently, but maybe I didn't convey it well.
Because I don't get it -- some documents need to be scanned, some are in vaults, some are in the legal department, some are acquisition related, some are... to me, all I see is paper.
I don't really GET the difference between all the paper. So I'm not REALLY sure what goes where. And I'm impressed that there are people here that seem to know. They really KNOW -- they can tell you in a second and when they speak up in the meeting everyone's like, YEAH! You know your (#*&! I stumble; I can't explain things. Becuase I don't really know.
I think I was meant to be a writer.
That's what I studied. But, well, I need a paycheck, you know. I may not have a left brain, but I'm somewhat grounded.
So I work for this corporation and spend my days dreaming about all these entrepreneurial and creative things I want to do.
The irony is, I'm barely making a living now. Probably wouldn't do MUCH worse if I simply sat in a room and wrote stories.
Actually, that's not true. I do have health insurance now and I've GOT to bring home a paycheck.
Someday, scientists will discover that there are people like me -- born without left brains. No matter what information, ideas, images or tools you put into our hands, we just cannot see it translating into real-world action. I love the concept of GTD. I just can't seem to wrap my brain around it. Maybe it's just me.
I went into my garage last weekend and I pulled down all these binders with MindMaps that I made when I was heavily into that, reading all Tony Buzan's stuff. I did MindMaps for everything.
I broke things down into doable steps. I used small drawings as well as text to help imagination meet action. (They haven't met still.) I used colored pens. I have all these phenomenal, phenomenal, MindMaps. I don't hate them or regret them. They are simply like old lovers who disappointed. Love, learn, next case.
I really learned to draw during my MindMap phase. And to write text very nicely.
Okay. I will now step down from the soap box.
Someone bring in an intervention team.