I think I want to be someone who has a neat and orderly head. I want to have shelves with ideas stacked neatly, perhaps color coded. There might be a file cabinet for logical reasoning. There might also be a memory closet with memories arranged and retrieved in chronological order. The huge fact bank that I lug around could be condensed in some organized fashion (perhaps like the old time library card catalog - images of which you will find in the memory closet). The Virgo who lives in me says, "Get busy, young lady!"
But really? It's a huge mess - colorful, disorganized, with sounds mingling with images and memories talking too much and too fast. There is a whole lot of "Pay attention to me" going on. The truth is, this messy place, this cacophony, this abstract existence, this blend of real and imaginary? That is my head. And I must acknowledge that all of these forces are actually friendly to me. I like them just the way they are. They loudly remind me that I am alive. Yes, my life is loud and mess. My head proves it. Just the way it is.