I feel like I am living well beneath my intelligence. My life (specifically referencing work) requires so little of my mind and I don’t believe I’ve ever been pushed intellectually, nor have I pushed myself, excepting rare occasions. Sometimes this feeling just hits me, although it never really goes away and I feel a constant discomfort, like when you wear a sweater that’s just a pinch too small. Today I am feeling a little low and susceptible to negative ruminations so this one has come to roost. I stumbled across some different personality type/intelligence research and commentary online thanks to one of my customized google alerts (don’t you love those?) and it reminded me of my lifelong struggle and my feeling that my brain is both my biggest asset and biggest liability. I’m determined to focus on the “asset” part of the equation and that means putting ever more energy and time into writing.