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.
Do you ever wonder about the type of person who might be taken over by a cult?
Me too. And I bet it’s someone like me.
I’m a searcher. I’m always looking for mechanisms for improvement. When the Tony Robbins and Zig Ziglars and Deepak Chopras of the world sleep, they dream of my face, emerging from beneath a halo of dollar signs.
I hide my addiction in a bookcase that rivals any self-help section in a big box bookstore. Even my followers on Pinterest–a treasure trove of inspirational gold–remain unaware since the advent of the “secret” board.
So what got my attention this morning? A little nugget that shined brighter than all the rest:
It’s been awhile since I last wrote. My whatever-the-&*%^-this-is has been flaring, and I’m not a huge fan of my Grumpy Cat alter-ego. So I’ll keep this short.
Next week is National Invisible Chronic Illness Week. Have you heard of this? There seem to be some great resources for promoting understanding and awareness of invisible illnesses like lupus. Check it out when you have time and let’s discuss.
- My health insurance will be cancelled in December after 18 months of coverage through COBRA. I’m self-employed and have been denied individual coverage. My husband is in school for another year, so no group coverage for this girl. Lucky for me, the Affordable Care Act marketplace goes into effect Oct. 1. In theory, I’ll be able to get insurance. Even more lucky? Lupus Colorado has been advocating for all of us, providing Connect for Health Colorado with feedback based on our needs (thanks LC!). I plan to get started next week, so stay tuned.
- To all of you readers who live with chronic pain, BRAVO for getting out of bed this morning. Or at least turning on your computer. I’m too exhausted and nauseous to do much else. Everything burns. I’m budgeting time and energy with a foggy head, trying to balance rest with caffeine to get my work done and avoid being a zombie tonight with my my family for at least an hour. A virtual hug to you all.
Next time we chat, my attitude will be better. Until then, I leave you with the immortal words of Joe Dirt: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Akec_5zCgso.
I hope his attitude–and not mine–is contagious.
Yoga has been a constant in my life since I was 25 when I wanted nothing more than a yogi’s body. It protected my runner’s knees, calmed my spinning mind, and grounded me when I was pregnant. And since I got sick, yoga has helped change me on the inside. It’s taught me about inhabiting–and loving–the body I’m in. Even in perceived moments of failure.
Today I received a gift from Bernie Clark, a yoga instructor based in Vancouver, through a 60 minute online yin yoga class called Happy Hips where he spoke about happiness and joy. It’s true, my hips feel yippy skippy. But I most benefited from his words on suffering. I think you might too.
Bernie (I hope he’s okay with my informality) used an example from his childhood, a day where everyone in his class was to receive a vaccination. He observed his friend spend every moment leading up to the shot in agony and fear, completely overwhelmed by the pain he would soon experience. In contrast, Bernie received his shot without all-consuming worry. Sure, it hurt. But only for a few minutes.