In high school, I couldn’t decide between becoming an artist or a physicist. In college, I took classes in Physics and spent my free time painting murals in my dorm room. (Nowadays you get in trouble for even inserting a thumb tack in your wall). I chose engineering as a major, and played cello on the side. Those combinations never struck me as odd until someone pointed out I seemed to enjoy both left-brained (logic, language) and right-brained (creativity, intuition) activities. Apparently most people tend to favor one over the other. Huh. Never occurred to me. Then I discovered writing, and how it gloriously allows one to draw on both sides of the brain. In other words, I write full-brain stories (though some might say hare-brained).
P.S. I know, I know. The whole left-brain, right-brain thing has been debunked. The different halves of the brain work together to perform most functions. Still, it’s kind of fun to imagine the two halves of my brain, like a mis-matched couple, trying to get along.