Hard to love

After a recent personality test, I’ve discovered that my Myers Briggs archetype is ENTJ (extroversion, intuition, thinking, judgement). It was hard to hear that my personality type has problems recognizing, utilizing a full emotion spectrum. That my opinionated, objective-seeking perspectives can be found as abrasive condescending. My Inner (lets be honest, exterior) drama queen was in full blown hysterics. How could such a simple concept be so illusive when my sub/un conscious mind should at the very least understand six basic emotions!! (Nerd Alert).

This new internal conflict was creating a narrative of shame and a tin man who was hard to love.

With the advocacy and current pushes for mental health initiatives, I’m trying to reduce these intrusive failure chronicle that needs a re-write to a story. Brush this shame off my shoulders.

Clean

The adage says ‘you’ve made your bed, now you have to lie in it’. First off, I never make my bed (sorry Mom). Secondly, what’s stopping you from just dusting the bed off and make it up again? My homemaker skills notwithstanding, you don’t have to sleep in a bed in dirty sheets unless that is your prerogative. The task is simple; you grab a corner, pull back and shake.
‪#‎StartOver‬