As life has grown more hectic, I’ve found comfort in schedules and routines. They’ve helped me achieve a flow that makes me feel, at the end of the day, accomplished. Over the years, as the number of responsibilities has grown I’ve allowed my left brain to take over the running of the ranch.
Left brain’s main function is wrangling my activities into daily routines that help me gain control over my time. The activities, once made routine, become part of the flow. They require little consideration. The ranch runs smoothly. Such little concentration is required, in fact, that sometimes I check out. The right side of my brain goes rogue.
Oh look, there goes my right brain now, running free, skipping, hopping, laughing and jumping over tumbleweeds, escaping from the great mundane. Isn’t that so cute? Ut oh, here comes the boss. Old Lefty checked in, realized we had had a runner and threw a lasso of stern consciousness through the foggy environs. Caught that little dogie mid-stride and reeled him in. Lefty will have none of this free association bull crap until all routines have been pronounced complete and my head hits the pillow.
There will come a time when my more nimble right brain recognizes that our routines are no longer as vital to the smooth running of our days. It will devise a clever scheme to neutralize old Lefty. We’ll retire him to a nice farm, maybe in Texas, and then my right brain and I will skip off into the sunset. Yodeling.