Okay, now I feel better...
The fact that my blog is accessible to people that google my name bugs me, so I changed the address in hopes that this isn't possible. I think this has also been part of the reason I haven't written in a while. Anyway, here I am again after another long break. I don't know if I'll be able to get the blog momentum going again, but I felt like writing tonight so here it goes.
For those of you familiar with the Enneagram, I'm a type 4, otherwise known as "The Individualist". I'm also a "Four with a Five wing" which means that I tend towards Type 5 behavior on occasion. Dave is a Type 5, "The Investigator", and what this looks like is this: a person who LOVES to be alone, holed up in their apartment, working on "projects", isolating and intellectualizing. A Type 5 is your typical computer geek who loves to tool around with gadgets and do things on their own time. This is me this weekend. Not a bad thing, but not very exciting either. I'd rather be curled up with a book or searching for useless information on the web than talking with anyone, including Dave. He's happy too, because he gets to Type 5 in the "middle room" without his Type 4 wife having an emotional outburst because she isn't getting enough attention and/or isn't receiving help she feels she deserves with cleaning the apartment. Anyway, we're both contented this eve.
I was really into the Enneagram for a while, but sort of lost interest when I started school. Some of it is pretty negative and forces you to look at all of the icky parts of yourself you'd rather forget about. I prefer pretending that I'm just groovy the way I am without any rigorous work on my issues. Happily oblivious! Anyway, I much prefer being oblivious to being in emotional turmoil, which, on a bad day is quite bad I must say. Lately things HAVE been groovy though. I've been doing yoga every night, eating lots of veggies, using aromatherapy, taking vitamins, and treating myself to new thrift store clothes and Walgreens makeup.
By the way, as a follow-up to my last post, it was determined that I actually AM a Yang rather than a Yin (long long story), but that early in life I switched from being a happy Yang to a troubled Yin because of some kind of trauma. (Not to say that Yins are troubled, but if a switch from a predominantly Yang personality to Yin personality occurs like that it isn't a good thing, and vice versa. ) For me I believe this was normal adolescent trauma, but people at school have suggested hypnotherapy to get to the real bottom of what happened. Well, I don't think that's necessary, but I am enjoying what I like to call my reyangification phase. By adding more Yang into my life, I've not only discovered what I've been missing all of these years, I've learned that there is a reason that Yin activities like Yoga and eating vegetables make me feel better - they make me balanced. There's also a reason why I get addicted to Yang substances like caffiene, sugar, carbs, and why I'm prone to anger. So though I've re-discovered hip-hop and rap, driving fast, watching junk on television, consuming copious amounts of caffeine and sugar, being sweaty and smelly (hey, this is a great excuse to participate in another Yin activity - nightly baths!), asserting myself when I'm angry, speaking my mind, loving the sunshine, being more in my body instead of in my head, and doing hard physical work (working out, doing loads of housework, giving lots of massages, etc.), I'm gradually realizing what needs to go and what can stay. For example, Eminem and The Blackeyed Peas can stay, but now I'm adding Brian Eno, Delerium, Daniel Lanois, Kate Bush, and Geoffry Oryema to the ipod. Sweating bullets is okay, but eating whole pints of soy ice cream in one sitting isn't. Doing housework is fine, but doing ALL of the housework isn't. I can learn to ask for help.
So as kind of a last hurrah after school is finished next week, I plan to go to an acupuncturist I know to get needled for my terrible pms problem, acne, poor circulation, depression and ADD, and also to get a good massage from a trusted graduate of my school. Yee hah! I can't wait! Amazing how as a soon to be licensed massage therapist I've only had one full hour massage in the past year.
Okay, enough for now. Now that you know much more about me than you'd ever hoped it is time to say goodnight. I love the fact that in blogging you can be so damn egocentric - only write about yourself and not give a hoot about what anyone thinks because after all it IS my blog, and you ARE proceeding with Cara, right?
For those of you familiar with the Enneagram, I'm a type 4, otherwise known as "The Individualist". I'm also a "Four with a Five wing" which means that I tend towards Type 5 behavior on occasion. Dave is a Type 5, "The Investigator", and what this looks like is this: a person who LOVES to be alone, holed up in their apartment, working on "projects", isolating and intellectualizing. A Type 5 is your typical computer geek who loves to tool around with gadgets and do things on their own time. This is me this weekend. Not a bad thing, but not very exciting either. I'd rather be curled up with a book or searching for useless information on the web than talking with anyone, including Dave. He's happy too, because he gets to Type 5 in the "middle room" without his Type 4 wife having an emotional outburst because she isn't getting enough attention and/or isn't receiving help she feels she deserves with cleaning the apartment. Anyway, we're both contented this eve.
I was really into the Enneagram for a while, but sort of lost interest when I started school. Some of it is pretty negative and forces you to look at all of the icky parts of yourself you'd rather forget about. I prefer pretending that I'm just groovy the way I am without any rigorous work on my issues. Happily oblivious! Anyway, I much prefer being oblivious to being in emotional turmoil, which, on a bad day is quite bad I must say. Lately things HAVE been groovy though. I've been doing yoga every night, eating lots of veggies, using aromatherapy, taking vitamins, and treating myself to new thrift store clothes and Walgreens makeup.
By the way, as a follow-up to my last post, it was determined that I actually AM a Yang rather than a Yin (long long story), but that early in life I switched from being a happy Yang to a troubled Yin because of some kind of trauma. (Not to say that Yins are troubled, but if a switch from a predominantly Yang personality to Yin personality occurs like that it isn't a good thing, and vice versa. ) For me I believe this was normal adolescent trauma, but people at school have suggested hypnotherapy to get to the real bottom of what happened. Well, I don't think that's necessary, but I am enjoying what I like to call my reyangification phase. By adding more Yang into my life, I've not only discovered what I've been missing all of these years, I've learned that there is a reason that Yin activities like Yoga and eating vegetables make me feel better - they make me balanced. There's also a reason why I get addicted to Yang substances like caffiene, sugar, carbs, and why I'm prone to anger. So though I've re-discovered hip-hop and rap, driving fast, watching junk on television, consuming copious amounts of caffeine and sugar, being sweaty and smelly (hey, this is a great excuse to participate in another Yin activity - nightly baths!), asserting myself when I'm angry, speaking my mind, loving the sunshine, being more in my body instead of in my head, and doing hard physical work (working out, doing loads of housework, giving lots of massages, etc.), I'm gradually realizing what needs to go and what can stay. For example, Eminem and The Blackeyed Peas can stay, but now I'm adding Brian Eno, Delerium, Daniel Lanois, Kate Bush, and Geoffry Oryema to the ipod. Sweating bullets is okay, but eating whole pints of soy ice cream in one sitting isn't. Doing housework is fine, but doing ALL of the housework isn't. I can learn to ask for help.
So as kind of a last hurrah after school is finished next week, I plan to go to an acupuncturist I know to get needled for my terrible pms problem, acne, poor circulation, depression and ADD, and also to get a good massage from a trusted graduate of my school. Yee hah! I can't wait! Amazing how as a soon to be licensed massage therapist I've only had one full hour massage in the past year.
Okay, enough for now. Now that you know much more about me than you'd ever hoped it is time to say goodnight. I love the fact that in blogging you can be so damn egocentric - only write about yourself and not give a hoot about what anyone thinks because after all it IS my blog, and you ARE proceeding with Cara, right?
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