a tall personality

I wrote the first part of the post around last Valentines Day, I just found it again and wanted to share:   These thoughts about love started to coalesce the Tuesday before Valentines Day when a professor recited a poem by ee cummings. It goes like this i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) Then he told us that whatever else we do in our life, we should find love.  No

It's just after dawn, it's cold, it's rainy, I'm with a gaggle of about 200 runners all wearing leggings and long sleeves huddled around a "Start" banner in the middle of the red rock desert near Moab, UT.  Offspring is blasting through the morning dampness as a feeble attempt to pump up the hardy souls who came out for this race.   " I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way,  Na-na Why don't you get a job!"   I haven't heard this song since high school and it is pretty apparent that I'm the only one of my friends who ever was a fan of the Offspring, but I sing along anyway.  My friends and I dance around and take silly pictures wearing trash bags.   I think Heidi and Kristin are maybe playing patty-cake here? Kristen let me share her trash bag.  What a friend! The silliness distracts me from the pre-race jitters that tag along with my thoughts, "What if it's too hard?  What if I get lost?  What if everyone leaves me behind

I haven't been the biggest fan of personality tests in the past.  I think they can put you in a fictitious 'box'.  However, a few weeks ago we had someone come speak to my psychotherapy class about a particular classification of personalities.  Before he came, we all were required to take a personality/communication style test online.  I was 'diagnosed' as expressive/expressive.  I didn't pay too much attention, but I took the test and whatever. So this guy comes to class, looks around, points at someone and says "Expressive/Dominant?  And you, amiable, right?"  He was DEAD on, just from looking at them!  That got my attention. As I listened, and read the profile of my own personality, it was like shining a blazing spotlight on the mysteries of my life!  It helped me understand myself in a way I never had before!  So here are some descriptions of my personality type. How I see myself "You volunteer for tasks, even if you are unsure of the re

Recently I've had a burst of ideas for blog posts.  They'll all be belated but in the order they sort of happened.  The first one is about turning 25, which happened to me at the end of August. A few thoughts about turning 25 1. Getting eight hours of sleep has become a non-negotiable factor in my life.  When I was 24 I could say to my body, "Body, I want to stay up really late tonight and get up really early tomorrow, so you just hold tight and maybe on the weekend I'll give you an extra hour or two!"  I almost always got my way. I swear the day I turned 25 everything changed.  Now I set my alarm for 6, but if the 8 hour mark is at 7:16, my body will completely ignore the alarm and wake up promptly at 7:16 as if to say, "dummy, you know 8 hours was our deal!  Not 4 not 6 not 7 hours and 55 minutes.  8!  I win."  Really though, I win, I'm much happier this way! 2.  My friend Holly also recently turned 25, and she made a list of 25 things to do