Analyze or flashes of insight?

Yesterday I wrote ”Think about life like a dualism with two active forces and together they will move your life like if it was a rolling ball. The forces create dynamic that gives development.”

Today I stumble upon this interesting article ”The Truth: Creativity Comes From Blending Dissonant Goals Into Radical Harmony” by Fabio Sergio and I felt like ”WOW, this article is about that dualism as a creative force for development that I wrote about yesterday!”

Successful creative thinkers see opposites and apparently contradicting goals not just as a potential for dissonance, but as an opportunity for dynamic harmony.

But it’s also an article about intuition contra actions based upon analyze and plans.

Is innovation the result of the prophetic reflections of lone creative geniuses, or instead the fruit of the collaboration of a group of talented contributors working together? Does innovation come pushing out ideas that start as flashes of individual insight, or from taking the time to learn what users want?

And somehow that made me think about my mother Runborg (1918–1997). She had an interesting way to achieve things. People probably thought that she was kind, funny and maybe charming but I don’t think that they thought about her as intelligent or logic. That was an error of judgment… She had a clever mind but it worked in a different way from what most people expected. You might interpret her behavior as whimsy or confusing and then she acted like lightening from a clear sky and did the absolute right thing. It was remarkable to watch!

This is my mother Runborg on her birthday maybe 1984?

My father Nils (1916–2004) had a more structured way of thinking. He learned things step by step, very methodical. When he was young he played chess with his friends and he told a lot of stories about the ”chess king of Gotland” during that time, I think he had the nickname ”Chasse May” (but I’m not sure and it’s too late to ask my dad). Chasse had a very special memory and could play chess without even looking at the chessboard. In fact, he could play with two people at the same time without looking at any of the chessboards.

Anyway, my father introduced my mother to chess and they had a lot of fun playing together. When I was a teenager a lot of people played chess with my parents in our summerhouse. It started out as fun, but then it changed to hard challenges. My mum was the only woman playing when neighbors and friends came to play. I think that these men expected my mum to be a piece of cake to conquer. They might have read books by Bobby Fischer or spent hours thinking about smart moves, but they didn’t count on my mum’s surprising behavior. She didn’t think like she was supposed to. She didn’t respond to their moves like they have planned. She shook their ability to think with seemingly illogical moves and then suddenly she made her really smart moves and BANG – their king fell dead… Do I have to say that these men got furious? They wanted revenge, revenge and more revenge. My dad just smiled and enjoyed being married to that strangely clever woman.

She followed her own mind and she often used it to make life happier for both children and lonesome elder people. She didn’t follow the convention for how to interact with others, but she was very sincere in her wish to make people happy, to add some adventure to ordinary life. Sometimes she could be very distant as a mother and as being her daughter she could disappoint me with not listening but then she suddenly was tuned in and with sharp precision said the absolute best things. She never learnt how to raise kids from books (well, she tried to when my big sister was born, but it didn’t turn out well so she stopped), it came natural to her and the older I get, the better I understand how great she actually was as a mother.

When I was about 4 years old we lived on the Swedish mainland but my mum and I travelled to Gotland in March because of my grandmother’s birthday. My mother planned to buy a lamb fur coat and brought 200 swedish krona for that reason. (I can’t believe that she expected to buy a lamb fur coat for only 200 sek, but I guess they were really cheep in these days). On the party she met an old man and it turned out that he had some land and my mother got interested in buying. He hadn’t really thought about selling and asked what she would like to pay. ”Well, I guess I could pay 200” she said and because none of them had a clue about the value of land, they agreed on that she should come and inspect the land and maybe buy it the next day.

Then my mother got worried and called my father. Maybe the old man was trying to fool her? Was 200 too expensive? My father couldn’t believe his ears. Buying land for only 200 Swedish krona? He answered ”I don’t care what that land looks like, just buy it!” And so she did. When she sold that land about 15 years later there was a lot of zeros added to the price… Imagine that my mother could make such a smart move just by, eh, accident? I think that’s impressing.

I think that I am a mixture of my parents two types of intelligence. I have that logical, analyzing thinking like my father, but now and then I surprise myself with doing things without knowing exactly why – and a lot of times it turns out to be a very smart move.

Though, I think that I have a kind of connecting intelligence that I have had possibilities to develop more than my parents could, partly because of the internet but also because I have a big network – I know a lot of people and that means that I am presented to more ideas that I can connect with each other.

As a professional, working with market communication, I use a lot of my logical and analyzing talents, but it’s from the feeling in my guts that I KNOW if I have come up with a good solution.

So, how can we become more innovative and creative? Well, if you ask me I think you need the ingredient ”surprise”. Without surprise the result will only be what was expected. Right?