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Heigh-Ho, Heigh-Ho
Jan. 3rd, 2006 06:08 amBack to work I go.
*yawn!*
I've been staying up far too late to be happy about getting up at 5:30am again. And I had a hard time getting to sleep last night. And then there were the dreams. . .
I've been reading Spirit of the Home: How to Make Your Home a Sanctuary, by Jane Alexander. A lot of what she writes is not new to me, but it seems to be sticking with me more than when I'd read it in other places.
The new/unique thing she does is include Meyers-Briggs typology in her discussion of the ways various people relate to their homes. Actually, she uses the Jungian types on which MB base their work, but MB is probably the more common reference these days.
I've suffered a lot of guilt and shame over the years about my inability to keep my house in good order -- most of it repressed, because I don't 'do' guilt and shame. It gave me a huge feeling of relief to read her description of how Thinkers relate to their homes. (I'm an INTJ -- Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judgemental -- if you didn't already know.) She starts out with, "If you have a strong thinking function you probably barely notice your surroundings at all," and continues on to revealing that do-it-yourself improvements are not a strong point. (None of my DIY projects around here have worked out well.)
I was sharing the above with my family on Sunday afternoon, and my father asked my type. It turns out that he too is an INTJ -- which is one of the least common of the Meyers-Briggs types. While not really surprising, it does add a new level of understanding to why I have always felt such an affinity with him, and why he has been such a role model for me. On the other hand, he's far more fastidious than I am, so evidently the model breaks down in some cases.
The creative juices keep flowing. Nothing big and overall-coherent right now, but at least I'm continuing to feel inspired to write.
On days like this, work feels like an imposition in my life.
*yawn!*
I've been staying up far too late to be happy about getting up at 5:30am again. And I had a hard time getting to sleep last night. And then there were the dreams. . .
I've been reading Spirit of the Home: How to Make Your Home a Sanctuary, by Jane Alexander. A lot of what she writes is not new to me, but it seems to be sticking with me more than when I'd read it in other places.
The new/unique thing she does is include Meyers-Briggs typology in her discussion of the ways various people relate to their homes. Actually, she uses the Jungian types on which MB base their work, but MB is probably the more common reference these days.
I've suffered a lot of guilt and shame over the years about my inability to keep my house in good order -- most of it repressed, because I don't 'do' guilt and shame. It gave me a huge feeling of relief to read her description of how Thinkers relate to their homes. (I'm an INTJ -- Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judgemental -- if you didn't already know.) She starts out with, "If you have a strong thinking function you probably barely notice your surroundings at all," and continues on to revealing that do-it-yourself improvements are not a strong point. (None of my DIY projects around here have worked out well.)
I was sharing the above with my family on Sunday afternoon, and my father asked my type. It turns out that he too is an INTJ -- which is one of the least common of the Meyers-Briggs types. While not really surprising, it does add a new level of understanding to why I have always felt such an affinity with him, and why he has been such a role model for me. On the other hand, he's far more fastidious than I am, so evidently the model breaks down in some cases.
The creative juices keep flowing. Nothing big and overall-coherent right now, but at least I'm continuing to feel inspired to write.
On days like this, work feels like an imposition in my life.
