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U-TURNING

I Believe in Personality Tests

Not too long ago, I remarked to my supportive spouse that if I were to take another personality test now, the result would be quite different. Little did I realize how different....

The opportunity popped out quite unexpectedly when A's school called for interested parent-child pairs to do a Myers-Briggs Test http://www.personalitypathways.com to understand parenting style and child personality fit.  I took the test for fun and it was rather revealing.

In the final analysis, my profile was ESTP. Something has shifted from the person I was at ESTJ when I was younger.

The Younger Me

I wouldn't have liked me very much if I were to meet her now. This was a person who had to get her own way, have the last word and did not take to advice well. She was not too sensitive or aware of feelings of other people and did not care if they were offended. She needed to get somewhere, do something, be somebody...

I've had misgivings and some regrets about the paths I've chosen, but it seemed that no matter how far I'd wandered off course, I held on to that mustard-seed faith and someone beside me ( for the past 25 years ) who was a beacon of reason and sanity.

Making a U-Turn

The "P" has been substituted for the " J ". It stands for "ESTPs don't like to be pinned down by excessive planning. Instead, they like to improvise and keep their options open."

  I like that. Freedom to be is part of my DNA.  I am growing into going with the flow, living in the moment. I do not need to be right or have the last word at the expense of hurting someone else. I do not like confrontations. I choose to hang out with people whose company I enjoy (and those who enjoy being with me )More and more, I am basking in my own glorious company and liking it so. I am reconnecting with my old love - books. They are nicer than people. 

I am wondering if this should have been my true self and whether I should have held on to my true self in the past, instead of trying to be what I am not...

But the good news is - It's not too late to make a U-turn!






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