Being of brawn and brain in competing quantities, I have resigned myself to a safe coziness, not far from the edge of the pool. A place where threat and security are within a percent point or two of flooding my day.
To accommodate my two headed dog, I sometimes have to make lists. Generally, to remind me to complete the most boring of tasks associated with money. That way the dreamy channel swimmer in me doesn’t get too lost in projects that could be in the works. I made a list the other night. This is what it read:
2.Apply for citizenship
I stared at this while a dreary rain fell inside my head, soaking my mind with a briny mediocrity. I crumpled up the paper and put it in the bin. It landed on a bunch of pages torn out and discarded from my notebook- the embarrassed expressions of brawn beating the shit out of brain.
After a nice cup tea and little loud music, I let the brawn out to cut stencils that the brain had figured out earlier.