I learned some things about myself while I was snowbound.
Actually, I would think I know my character pretty well. As one who has taken many personality tests, the first being in 1975, I’m fairly self-aware.
I am bluish-gold (True Colors); my Myers Briggs acronym is ESFJ, though I can’t remember what that stands for; according to Trent and Smalley, I’m a golden retriever; my introvert/extrovert score is a near tie, as is my thinking/feeling; I’m a better helper/maintainer than I am a creator; my spiritual gifts are service and administration.
I gain energy from quiet exercises like reading, but also from super-extrovert activities like being on stage.
So when I woke up to an icy snow day a couple of weeks ago, that was fine. My workplace was closed, I could spend the day enjoying a quiet time.
This was my first snow day since becoming an empty-nester and my house was really quiet. The first day was wonderful. So wonderful that by the second day I was ready to go back to work. However, my office was still closed.
The third day, snow/ice still on the ground, our work schedule resumed … for 3 days. Then another snow day and several days of inclement weather.
And what did I find out about myself? I couldn’t be a monk. All that solitude? No talking? Fasting!? Not for me.
It’s no fun being a people person when there are no people around.