| | Where has the time gone?
My birthday was a few weeks ago. Alot happend the past year. it was my 23rd year. And in all honesty i have to say that i think it was probablly the most difficult year that I've ever experienced. My life always seemed to flow so seamlessly in the past. There were minor hicups, but never any major obstacles along the way. I think it was a good thing that I had a rough year. How do you know how strong you are, how strong you can become and what you are capable of doing if you are never tested or pushed to your limits.
The number 23 is apparently a unique and very mysterious number. My boss told me that there are cults and organizations around the world who trace anything and everything back to the number 23. Somehow you can trace it to the devil, to Kennedies assasination, September 11, i mean just everything. But if you really think about it, you could do that with any number if you tried hard enough. I guess my point is, i never believed in that sort of stuff before, but after the year i had, I'm starting to think that maybe there is something to that number. Something eerie, something just a little off about it. What a dark year.
I start this year in a good place. I've learned after doing the Meyers Briggs test that I am an ENFP. Extraverted Intuition Feeling Perceiver. I am the "Inspirer". Whats amazing about this is that in the past, i can now see that I sometimes tried to make myself something that i simply wasnt comfortable being. We had about 2 days of debriefing for this test at work, and i learned so much about myself. How not everyone views the world the same way that i do. What might seem completely logical to me might be absurd and ridiculous to someone else. I learned also what my strengths were and at the same time reflected on what i need to improve on. So i think that instead of focusing on trying to make up for what i lack, i'm going to focus on my strengths and hope to balance out my other attributes eventually in the future, with age and wisdom.
I thought of my dad today as i drove home. There is a big crane in Richmond, it's deckled with christmas lights. When i drive I kind of get lost in thoughts, driving is involuntary for me, I don't even remember how i get to places sometimes or which route i take. I remember looking at the crane, looking at the shadow it cast on the half finished building it guarded. It reminded me of my dad, and not just in a sentimental i miss him sort of way. I swear i felt his presence, almost as if he was trying to tell me that he would forever look down on me and guard me in the future.
Where is all this sentimental mush coming from?
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| | Posted 11/19/2007 3:37 AM - 5 comments
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