I love, love, love anything that helps me understand why I do what I do. Now that my husband is an educator, he’s introducing me to all kinds of good stuff. Last night it was this website: www.25quiz.com. It’s a slightly different take on the Myers-Briggs test.
I took it twice. I’m an ENFP. Without a doubt.
On the good side, we ENFPs love people. We have a tendency toward warmness, openness,
and are endlessly enthusiastic and value-driven. We’re searchers. We need to feel like we’re being true to our authentic selves.
On the not-so-good side (which anyone who has shared an address with me can attest): ENFPs dislike the mundane. Particularly everyday tasks, like putting our shoes away, using a trash can, paying bills before “last notice,” placing the toilet paper on the roll–in the “right” direction, putting all underwear in one drawer, having clean underwear…you get the point.
Example: A well-deserved source of contention for my ever-patient husband sits on display
in our living room. Last year I took up sewing. I sewed two pillows and two cushions. They sit under our TV, positioned to hide the fact I never closed the hems. I’ve been known to blame the arthritis in my hands for this fact, but truthfully, I’m just over sewing. But <insert new and exciting project here>? Hooray! Count me in! Let’s start. NOW. Oh, we have other plans?
Pshaw. Let’s move on.
My tendencies impact my health. Big time.
“(ENFPs) have a strong need to be independent, and resist being controlled or labeled. They need to maintain control over themselves…They dislike dependence and suppression…” *
Ugh! That’s why this illness is so troubling to me! I hate relying on others. I love my
independence. I love the look I get from my husband when I completely rearrange our house, including 500 pound bookshelves, all by myself, while he’s at the gym (I do, however, hate the look he gives me upon noticing the scratches said bookshelves carved into the floor).
I hate not being able to follow my whims because of my body. And while I do enjoy having an excuse for not completing those hideously boring tasks, their incompleteness stresses me out.
And as any lupie knows, stress = sick.
So what’s a girl to do?
Systems. It’s all about those suffocating, mind-numbing systems, isn’t it?
I’m not completely incapable. But certain things stress me out. Remembering to takes my meds. Having more than just condiments in my fridge. Refilling my 10+ scripts on time. Doing laundry before we all run out of underwear. Having to place antihistamines and lint rollers by my front door so that the tumbleweeds of pet hair and cheerio dust don’t incapacitate my guests.
I need systems. Carie-proof systems.
Readers, I need your help. How do you ensure the tasks of daily living get accomplished? What helps you get–and stay–organized? Simply?
Please share in the comments below. My husband will be ever-so-thankful.