This morning I felt like I was in love. Everything was soft, maybe it was the smell of rain in the air, the daffodils trying so hard to bounce in the wind. But, I felt like spring was on it’s way.
So many words inside my head don’t connect with the thoughts I am trying to get out.
I had a weekend filled with running about, and last night I finished two of my current books. I am starting to feel recharged.
I did the online personality test – the one with the letters – and according to it I am a ISFP
which means nothing to me.
{ * distinctively expressed introvert
* slightly expressed sensing personality
* moderately expressed feeling personality
* moderately expressed perceiving personality}
I then went and read about it a bit, and it talks about grace and movement and artistic ability….not so sure about all those.
But, back to this morning and the joy in the world. I was zipping around my first hour at work, I got tons done and all up to date on filing and sorting and pricing. I want to do more though, not just be up to date, I want to change things, rearrange, clean up make the store different, then I realise I cannot, and all that feeling slips away.
Sometimes I feel to much like I am out of place, I am not just a foreigner, but also from mars. I know that everyone feels this way at times, but why do I want to be blue skinned with a tail?