I’ve taken color quizzes before, and usually I come out blue. This time I got silver.
If you know me, you might find this kind of amusing. I certainly did! [I put my comments in bold italics.]
You belong to the silver family! The color psychology quiz tells us that you subconsciously most relate to those silvers, whites, and greys.
First off, feel very unique! This is a rare color family to belong to, and it means that you’re super special and, obviously, super interesting. [Obviously!]
This group of colors is frequently associated with purity and spirituality. You exist on a higher plane than most of us [probably this one] and you’re deeply connected to spirituality. This can manifest itself in many ways. Maybe you’re religious, maybe you love philosophy, maybe Zen meditation is your thing, or perhaps you simply enjoy a clean, simple and drama-free life. [I do when I can find one!]
Regardless of which category fits you, you’re above a lot of the messy things in life and you seek balance and peace. You’re a rare breed. [And we can all be grateful for that!]
Until now, I hadn’t posted anything on my blog for 12 days.
It’s not that I haven’t said my daily thank yous to the Universe; I just haven’t been posting them. Blog posts take time, and as I once wrote, “Time is not elastic, and I’m not a very good juggler.”
For many years I felt crushed with the weight of my to do list, and overwhelmed by the multitude of demands coming my way. “This has got to stop,” I’d tell myself, but I was the one that had to stop it, and I couldn’t seem to figure out how.
I felt, “over-born,” which my beloved spouse suggests is the adjective describing how one is victimized by an overbearing person feels afterward. Except I was the one who had written “Welcome” on my forehead, and I was the one not making the decisions that needed to be made. I was the one who, when someone said, “You need to take time off to have some fun,” would reply, “Oh, thank you! One more thing to put on my @#$% to do list!”
Time is not elastic, but something clicked in my head recently. I truly accepted its limitations and started to prioritize how I spend it: on my work, on walking, on strengthening my relationships with my friends and family, on reading, on relaxing, on taking the alone time that is essential to my well-being. I write when I want to, but I don’t worry if I choose to do other things.
I saw this cartoon on Facebook the other day and almost, out of habit, shared it on my timeline. I knew something in had changed when I chose not to post it, thinking, “But that’s not me anymore.”
These last 12 days have been spent practicing new skills that allow me to feel at peace with myself and my day-to-day life.
I don’t feel overwhelmed anymore. I don’t feel underwhelmed, either. Am I, then, just whelmed?
I wasn’t sure, so I asked Google.
whelm – Verb. Archaic. Literary
past tense: whelmed; past participle: whelmed
engulf, submerge, or bury (someone or something).
flow or heap up abundantly.
Origin – Middle English: representing an Old English form parallel to hwelfan ‘overturn (a vessel).”
Yes! Finally! I flow! My life is abundant! Not with fear, anxiety, anger, and irritation, but instead with quiet, peace, enjoyment, companionship, productive activity, and plenty of time.
I am just whelmed, and I am very, very grateful for that.
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.keep looking »