I love the idea of parties . . . for me, an idealistic picture of inhibitions and daily stresses purged as a mass of beautiful humanity writhes together in collective bliss.
But I don’t do too well at actual parties, at least not indefinitely.
Years back, headed to a particular holiday function at work, I’m sure my demeanor could only have been described as giddy (if not outright chirpy), even droll.
I just remember so looking forward to amazing food and a few hours free from the usual fix of files, phones, and screens. Continue reading
Last time we looked at the “awareness” part of what you are.
Since awareness is unconscious, it can be subtle and easy to muddle until you understand how different aspects function and flow together.
It’s now time to smile and take an easy breather, for we’ve reached the part of personality that’s recognizable right away, both in yourself and others. Continue reading
To recap: If identity is who you think you are, then personality is what you actually are.
Can identity and personality be tested?
Well, there are countless qualities you could identify with; so the idea of an identity test seems nonsensical.
I’d be willing to bet you’ve taken a few personality tests in your time. Continue reading
I was 13, taking in a typical sunny Sunday afternoon from the backseat of my mom’s Toyota. I forget where we were headed.
I must have made some comment, because I remember my mom turning to me and saying with a grin, “Oh, you’re such a typical [insert zodiac sign]!”
I had no idea what that meant, so I asked.
She explained it was why I was the way I was, listing several of my common cares and points of focus to build her case. Continue reading
My identity crisis began at 14. I’ll try to describe it exactly as I would have at the time.
Before 14, there had been a few years of wonderful progress and growth. I’d moved to a new place with my family, made some really good friends, and fully immersed myself in martial arts.
During those good years, every possibility for the future had seemed to naturally weave itself in amongst this big, overarching plan for where I’d thought my life was going.
Then I turned 14. Continue reading