You know what stereotype of INFJs I hate most? The one which says we're special snowflakes, rare unicorns, or pure cinnamon rolls which must be protected at all costs because we hate conflict and run at the sight of blood. B.S. Okay, yes, sure. I admit to hating conflict, but only when it's petty, unresolved, malicious, etc. Conflict which seeks to destroy, not to establish truth. There is a version of healthy conflict which exists. I mean, do we INFJs not wrestle with our own souls ...
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Respect My Time
I’ve had a startling epiphany. Last night, I was in a meeting which was supposed to last at the most one hour. It lasted three. At about two hours into the meeting, I shut down. Emotionally. I couldn’t allow myself to indulge the rage and indignation I felt rising, swelling within me. Sure, I managed to engage conceptually for the remainder of the meeting, but the longer it elapsed, the less I presented and the more I retracted into myself. Afterwards, as I retrospectively sifted ...
Valentine Ideals
Yes, my mind is full of musings this morning. It usually is, but I decided to write more of them than usual today. I’m sure none of you need me to remind you what today is: it’s Ash Wednesday! (A-ha, gotcha!) Actually, it’s both Ash Wednesday and Valentine’s Day, but I’m going to address the latter, not the former as I jokingly indicated. Of course, I don’t really want to. I’m not a fan of the day, nor do I want to be adding to the noise. However, no one knows my perspective, so I might ...
Losing My Punctuality
There’s something about me none of you know, a problem I can’t seem to overcome. I’m late. To everything. Okay, well maybe not everything all the time, but it happens 90% of the time. I even bought a Cinderella t-shirt of her running away from the ball which reads, “Don’t be late” for a caption as an inside joke with myself because I usually am anyway. I know, I know. It’s nothing drastic, but as I was driving to work this morning – late, again – I found myself asking myself why this ...
Liberation
Sorry I’ve been out of touch recently. The past few weeks have been rather stressful, and I’ve been focusing all my energy into fighting those proverbial battles. All this stress was actually leading up to a moment for when I was out of town. I returned “home” to Texas for a few days, attending a leadership training conference for my synagogue. Now, if you’re anything like me, the moment you hear any of the aforementioned words (leadership, training, conference), especially combined ...
