Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Writers often seem to be melancholy personalities.
With great art comes great angst, right?
Those of us who produce things that can't be called great are maybe the ones who also define angst as a snagged fingernail or an annoying friend problem.
I do have annoying friend problems, but rarely lose sleep while I write epic novels dredged from the feelings inspired by said problems.
I also rate low on the fingernail obsessiveness chart.
A fingernail snag is easily remedied by a) teeth or b) jeans.
Seriously – denim works as a fingernail file in a pinch.
Wonder what fingernail chewing says about me? I don't chew them every day. Just at the perfect ripeness.
Here's a site to take a on-line personality test. http://oneishy.com/personality/
I am currently Choleric – 8 strengths – Phlegmatic – 8 weaknesses. I’m sure housekeeping and fingernail care would fall under weaknesses.
Is it a bad thing if my test results have changed dramatically from the first time I took it four months ago?
I used to be melancholy.
Guess I’ve been having a better week.
Hope yours is great as well.