Left, Right: I am confused

When I was growing up, I could not tell the difference between my right and left hand. I now wonder if I was showing right-brained tendencies even then. I could pick up anything with either hand: probably why I find typing so much easier than writing with a pen.

I use a spoon with my right hand, and drink from a cup with my left hand. I learned to write with my right hand.

When I played softball, I would bat the ball (very badly) with a right swing, but I would want to catch with my right hand. Of course, my left hand had the mitt so I would either sting my right hand or remember that the right hand wasn’t covered and get hit in the nose. Yes, it did happen that way. My family who were very physical and very good at softball would watch me in disbelief.

I have two cousins who are totally left-handed: one female and one male. The female is an artist. In her spare time, she paints family portraits. She is quite good. My male cousin is an Electronics Engineer. Once again his creativity has helped him in his career. He brought his family to France on one of his assignments. It was about three years.

But, even to my left-handed cousins, I was a spotted zebra. I didn’t fit anywhere.

When I was in the Navy, I finally started to discover a lot about myself. After taking an aptitude test, the detailer pushed me into the electronics field. The two sides of my brain were happy with this mix of detail work and creativity. But, even in this field I was considered a little strange. I did much of my troubleshooting by ear or by touch.

There was a certain sound when a bearing was going bad. I could even tell which bearing was bad by which pitch I could hear. I would touch the can amplifiers–cold was dead, hot was alive–and tell when they had died.

Also, I learned how to teach my style of troubleshooting. When I finished training, two of my trainees were at the top of our division.

But, it wasn’t until I went to college that I realized that I was a creative thinking masking as a detail-oriented technician. I am a chameleon. I morph into what I need for where I am. When I took history, I learned and studied until my history professors thought I should be one of them. My biology professor wanted my skills in biology. And my English professors felt that I was a writer. She gave me the skills so that I could research and write.

Of all that I learned in college, one of the most important findings was my ability and love of writing. And, I love to share my writings even more.

So whatever side of my brain that I use, I need it for creating and preforming.