I’ve also taken the seven day email course and purchased and read – well, devoured – the ebook (both are available on the website, belowtheradar-abovethesystem.com), and I’ve been following its channel on YouTube.
All the information I’ve gotten from this wonderful system has been helpful, but the most recent video, INFJs and setting boundaries is exemplary.
The video not only details why INFJs (like me) relate to people either by distancing themselves from them or by trying to “understand” and “help” them – often to our own detriment, but it also gives practical, actionable advice on:
- strengthening personal boundaries,
- recognizing and respecting others’ boundaries, and
- avoiding being used or consumed by people who don’t have the same need to understand and connect that INFJs have.
While my INFJ behavioral traits have allowed me to be compassionate and helpful to many people, they have also caused me – and a number of people with whom I have “related” – a great deal of distress. If you’re an INFJ, or you’ve ever been annoyed by one, watch this video. It may change your life – or at least give you a new perspective.
I wish I’d seen it 40 years ago, but way back then we didn’t have Facebook or YouTube
This is one of my favorite stories. I first heard it many years ago. For some reason it popped into my head today.
I am convinced that we are each uniquely equipped to handle the challenges we face. We have the crosses we are meant to bear.
I was messaging a friend with some medication-resistant health issues. I asked her how one of them was going, and she replied, “It’ll always be shitty.”
I responded: “I don’t know what to say except I’m hoping that one day things WILL be better for you.”
She replied, “I’m built for chaos. Might as well go with it.”
I’m grateful that I’m “built” for the challenges in my life. However much easier or better I may perceive someone else’s life to be, I know that if I went into that warehouse that the cross I’d choose would have my name on it, too.
Today I am grateful that I was able to help a friend see her great-great-grandfather’s picture for the first time.
My gratitude post yesterday was about learning to read and how a book I found at my grandparent’s house got me interested in Roanoke history.
In addition to write about it here, I posted photos of it on Facebook. I got a comment on the album from Linda Goin, who I consider to be a friend even though we’ve never met. She told me that her great-great-grandfather had been on the Roanoke Police Department. She’d mentioned to me some time back that she wanted to visit the Roanoke courthouse see what she could find out about that side of her family.
I took a couple of minutes this evening, flipped through the book, and found a photo of William Charles Adams Allen, “W.C. Allen, Jailer.” I scanned it and sent it to her.
Linda was delighted. She’d never seen a photo of him before!
I was able to help someone see what her great-great-grandfather looked like. That’s pretty amazing, and all because I happened to think about this book when I was writing my gratitude post about reading, took some photos, and published a post about it here and on Facebook.
Now how cool is that?
Today I am grateful that I can read. I don’t remember not being able to read or who taught me, but it isn’t something I take for granted. My life is a much better place because of it.
When I visited with my grandparents’ house in Roanoke, I used to pull a book out of the shelves and read it. In the attic was a collection of original Nancy Drew books from the 1920s when she had titian hair, ate luncheon, and drove a coupe.
I found a love of Roanoke history when I found an old book, The History of the Roanoke City Police Department, published in 1916 and signed by my great-grandfather, John Wilder Cure. The book is fascinating not just for the pictures or the events described, but also for the language used and the biases and stereotypes of the time. It wasn’t until then that I realized that history happened to “real” people.
I’ve never seen another copy, although I imagine there’s one in the Virginia Room at the main Roanoke City Library, but I’ll bet it doesn’t have the chocolate smudges on it from when my 12-year-old self read it while eating the Hershey’s Miniatures my grandmother kept as snacks for us.
Finally! A cool day with relatively low humidity: the perfect day for Buffy and I to take our first hike of the “fall” season.
We went to Carvins Cove. Not only is it a great place for kayaking, but there are also lots of hiking trails. We took the “easy” one: the 5.8 mile round trip from the parking lot up the fire road with a detour to a view of the cove and back. I say “easy” in the sense that the fire trail is easy to follow. Topographically, there were enough ups and downs that by the time we got home, we were both happily exhausted.
A lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I hope you all had a great Sunday, too!
This afternoon Stripey and I took a nap on the couch. Beloved spouse took pictures.
Not all cats are as cuddly as @ThatStripeyCat. There’s nothing like a purring, soft, snuggly cat holding your paw in hers to make you feel like all is well in the world.
I’ve grateful for my cuddly kitten and for that feeling.
I’m also grateful that my beloved spouse was there to take pictures
You can see all the photos that “Papa Kitty” took of us in Stripey’s Facebook page album, “Mama & I take a nap.”
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Where else could you get a new TV and a pair of Halloween googly eyes after 9 PM on a Friday night?
I’m also grateful for Target because I’ve never seen anyone there who belonged on the “People of Walmart” website?
I’m also grateful to my beloved spouse who helped the Target clerk put the TV in the car, carried it in from the car, and set it up for me.
Now I can actually see the words on the screen!
When someone says, “This sucks,” it’s usually a bad thing. Not so with a vacuum cleaner! Vacuuming is my second least favorite household chore (just behind dusting), so if I’m going to do it, I want to use a vacuum that does the job.
The workhorse pictured here is every bit of 30 years old, and it still sucks as well (or better) than any vacuum I’ve seen. The only maintenance it’s needed has been a result of my abuse. My beloved spouse replaced the cord with a longer one when I broke the plug trying to get the cord to stretch longer that it should, and he replaced the belt when I ran it over something I shouldn’t have. Other than the plastic bumper being a bit chewed up (from my banging into things), it’s perfect.
I’ve looked at other vacuum cleaners out of curiosity rather than necessity, and I’ve never found one that has the features that I love on this one:
- It’s fairly light compared to many of the new ones, so it doesn’t have to be “self-propelled”.
- it has a beater bar for sucking cat hair and crumbs out of the carpet.
- It adjusts automatically to the height of the floor surface.
- It has a hose with attachments mounted on the handle. They’re easy to access, and I can clean the cracks and crevices while I’m vacuuming instead of having to go back and do it later.
- It has a bag that’s easy to change, and I can order replacement bags from Amazon. (Amazon is my friend.)
I’m grateful that, like my iron, I’m more than getting my money’s worth from this vacuum cleaner, and I’m very grateful that I don’t have to try to find or pay for a replacement. Call me crazy, but I’d rather not have to pay buckets of money for a larger, heavier, self-propelled, manually adjustable vacuum without a bag or attachments.
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NOTE: When I moved into my apartment, I brought “the old” vacuum above. My beloved spouse had gotten a robotic vacuum, and he kept that. The robo-vac is a nice idea, but it isn’t as smart as the vacuum cleaner on The Jetsons.
A while back I wrote about my Stripey-cat and her New Food Dance, which she does to celebrate my opening a new bag of cat food.
Now that I’m on the Diet-to-Go meal delivery plan, I get to do a New Food Dance when my week’s meals are delivered on Wednesday.
I don’t have a photo of myself doing my New Food Dance, but I did take some photos so you can see how the Diet-to-Go delivery plan works.
Every Wednesday, FedEx delivers my meals for the upcoming week.
The cooler is sealed by straps and wrapped in plastic. Scissors are required. (I’m not allowed to use knives to open things. (See What happens when you use the wrong tool: A photo essay to learn why.)
A sheet comes with the week’s menu listed in order: the delivery day dinner; breakfast, lunch, and dinner for five days; and, breakfast and lunch for the seventh day. However, you can eat them in any order you like.
I sort the packages out in reverse order by meal. Breakfasts go Thursday to Wednesday (front to back) in the upper right hand shelf; lunches in the same order in the upper right shelf; and dinners on the bottom left shelf. Although they come frozen, you store them in the refrigerator for faster cooking. I left tonight’s dinner – Harissa salmon on couscous with mixed vegetables – out on the counter so it would be thawed by dinner time.
I got my delivery today before I had eaten lunch, so I took some photos of my lunch preparation. On the menu for today was a turkey and swiss sandwich with relish, cauliflower and tabouli [sic], and a can of V8 juice.
I am very happy with the meals, I’ve lost three pounds, and I feel better than I have in a long time.
I’m very grateful that I found this company and through it, a way to eat normally for the first time in my adult life.
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Disclaimer: I am a Diet-to-Go customer. I was not asked to write this post, nor will I receive any compensation for doing so. I am simply sharing my personal experiences with this program.
Okay, maybe it sounds goofy to be grateful for an iron, but if there’s anything I’ve ever gotten my money’s worth out of, it’s this iron. (And maybe my vacuum cleaner, but that’s another post.)
The iron I bought when I moved into my first apartment died after a tragic fall from the ironing board onto the cement floor in the basement. I’d had it about five years. I didn’t have a lot of money at the time, and I certainly didn’t want to spend what I had on a fer-pete’s-sake IRON. It did, however, need to be replaced.
My intention was to get the cheapest iron possible. However, once I got to the store (I didn’t remember which one, but it probably went out of business years ago), I couldn’t bring myself to buy a cheap iron. If I had to buy one, at least I wanted to like it…to the extent that I could like a household appliance.
I saw this Black & Decker model. It had lots of settings, a translucent tank so I could see the water level (I use the steam setting on almost everything), and a spray button for spritzing stubborn wrinkles. It also had a nice, slick Teflon bottom. It was $50, but I figured if I had to iron, I might as well “enjoy” it.
I don’t “enjoy” ironing, but I don’t dread it, either. I consider that a “win.”
With no maintenance at all, this Black & Decker iron has helped me press everything I’ve felt the need to press for over 25 years and shows no signs of quitting anytime soon.
And it’s survived being dropped on the cement floor that broke the first one – more than once.
The iron I’m grateful I don’t have
If I’ve burned myself a little once or twice, it’s been a result of my carelessness – not any nefarious motives involving a demonic possession, belladonna, or virgin’s blood.
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