I am not a huge Myers-Briggs aficionado, but one of the things that has stuck with me about NT personality types (of which I am one) is that they don’t like repeating themselves.
“I said ‘I love you’ last week! What, you want me to say it again?”
Actually, I have no problem throwing out “I love yous” like the candy that was tossed all over the street at The Big Parade at the Maine Lobster Festival last weekend.
Read MoreShortly after I returned home from a semester spent closing my school out-of-state, I was struck by a realization.
It was a Sunday morning and I was walking to the local high school to meet up with a new friend for tennis. Standing there in the sunshine, I made a fundamental identity shift.
I said to myself, “S**t! I’m a writer!”
Read MoreI have had an uneven tennis season.
I started back to the sport at the end of February and benefited from being in Atlanta, a tennis mecca if there ever was one. I had lost most of my tennis friends when I moved away shortly before the pandemic, but I worked my way up to playing five or six days a week through a combination of clinics, flex league matches, and casual play with friends and family.
Read MoreFor the longest time, I really struggled when I encountered work from people who I perceived were farther down the path than I was.
They were more established, more accomplished, and more polished. Seeing their stuff made me want to not even bother.
Stage One was just that -- not bothering. Sadly slipping back into my cave like Puff the Magic Dragon.
Read MoreSometimes I feel as though what I write here is the equivalent of something like, “You know a great snack for when you’re hungry? Take a little bit of peanut butter and smear it onto a cracker. Then, place another cracker on top. You’ve got a tiny peanut butter sandwich!”
Maybe I’m presenting an idea as something new, but it isn’t new at all. Maybe I’m seeing something that people have already seen, adding nothing.
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