I wish, just some of the time, that I could turn off my brain. It’s full of active monkeys, as one of my friends said. Another says I have crossed-wire mentality, that’s why I can be creative and artistic, but at the other end of the spectrum, do computer programming and financial analysis.
As I sit here at 2-something in the morning, realizing I can’t sleep because I was designing things in my head that need to get into the computer, I decided it’s cool to be productive while sleeping. Doesn’t do much good for sleep, so this next part, we’ll attribute to lack of sleep.
As I thought about my brain, it reminded me of the Spongebob Sqaurepants episode where Squidward makes Spongebob remember everything about fine dining, then he forgets his name. The scene is in his head as many Spongebobs look desperately through file cabinets, depicting his brain cells. Poor Spongebob is in a panic to remember his name. Eventually his head blows up and he freaks out. Good thing it’s a cartoon.
Like Spongebob, I love to use my imagination. Sometimes it’s so far out there that it scares people, or they just can’t see the big picture of my thoughts. The reason is that most of it is abstract, not at all normal. I see an opportunity of any type and I have to process it. Everyone thought Spongebob was crazy when he came up with pretty patties. The thing that makes him so happy is that he’s motivated by fun, and the general joyfulness that comes from using his creativity. Not all of his ideas work out for the best, but at least he’s not afraid to try them. So if you find the magic pencil, put it to work. My magic pencil came in the middle of the night. It’s still well before 3 a.m. and I’m off to make a latte, and use my creative superpowers to design the time machine I built in my dream.