The ambidextrous-ness is growing. Now, in addition to occasionally putting my pants on left-leg-first (when I’ve always been a right-leg-first kinda gal), now I’m doing all kinds of random shit with my left hand. It’s very sneaky. I think the left side of my body is about to stage a coup. Or perhaps the right side of my brain is taking over. If I recall correctly, the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body. I’m going to look up what the right brain is about. Be right back.
Okay, as I suspected, the right side of the brain is the creative, flaky side. It’s fine with me if that side is going to do the driving for a while. It gets old always being logical and in control. I want to be less concerned with my sit-on-my-ass-all-day office job. I want to walk barefoot through the grass and run after butterflies and … okay, that’s just irritating. But I do want to worry less about the day-to-day bullshit of my reality and concentrate more on the big stuff. As Lennon said, life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.