Showing posts with label three things about my personality prompt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label three things about my personality prompt. Show all posts

Monday, July 17, 2017

Blog Post ~ "Before I learned to Hide" ~ AF ~ 9

I think childhood stories show more of a person than stories from adulthood.  As children, we didn't feel the need to get permission to be ourselves.  So today, I'm going to tell you three things about my personality by telling you stories from my childhood.  You will get to know Acacia, before she learned to hide parts of herself.

Goofy
When my younger sister and I were about seven and eight, we would spend a couple of weeks in the summer with dad.  Our step-mom would let us stay awake long enough for him to get home so that we could annoy him a little bit before bed.  When he finally did get home, he would be so tired that when he sat down to talk to us, he would go right to sleep and sleep talk to us.
One day we decided to paint his toenails while he was sleeping.  It was my sister's idea and it was brilliant!  Our step-mom was in on it, so if he wanted to spank us, he would have to take it up with her.
We waited until he got home, gave him a hug and talked to him until he fell asleep as was our normal routine.  Then we painted them piggies!  I don't remember what color, but knowing our girly selves, they probably had sparkles.

Dad told me later on that those painted piggies got him out of a fight the next day.  He was outside wearing sandals about to fight this man, probably for something stupid, then the guy looks at dad's feet and started laughing.  This makes dad angrier.  He says, "What are you laughing at?"  Then looks down and all he can say is, "Daughters man."  The guy understood.

Generosity
As told by Great Granny...
You know, when you were about five years old, we were in the grocery store and I was freezing cold.  You took your little sweater off and handed it to me.

Courage
As told by Mama...
Do you remember when you decided to get baptized?  You were scared to death of water.  You would never even get off the steps at the pool and you definitely wouldn't put your head under water, but you were determined to get baptized.  You and your cousins practiced in the pool in the backyard, going underwater.
When the time came you were ready.  We went out to the lake and when they went to dunk you, you panicked and kept your head above the water.  Everyone clapped and the preacher and the deacon thought they were done, but you said, "My head didn't go under."  You made them do it again.

By: Acacia Faye



Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Letter ~ "I Forgot to Name This: A Letter to My Friends" ~LbtS ~ 9

July 2, 2017 
5:00pm   
                                        Dear Naomi Lee and Acacia Faye,  
  
     I should be writing three things I am proud of about my personality, but instead I'm watching Bendandsnap Commonweath's reading of Sol LeWitt's 1965 letter to Eve Hess. Eve was struggling with writers block and Sol gave Eve a real talking to about work. As I listen to this fantastic letter, I confess that I'm sitting here wondering how the hell I'm supposed to do anything unafraid. I'm a mess of anxiety with a huge heap of deep seated insecurities I can't seem to fix or ignore no matter how hard I try, and I'm sitting here struggling to write a simple blog post about myself. Should be the easiest thing in the world to write about ones own self. I can't seem to do it yet. 
     I keep thinking about how these words I string together will be read by someone I will probably never meet in person, and could potentially be read by many more people, which is overwhelming.  I chose to be anonymous, thinking it would take the pressure off of this fact, but I've somehow found more pressure in my anonymity. All people will know of me are my words and my username. They won't know who I am in person, and if they are anything like me, they could be curious. I don't have any second thoughts about my choice, I'm keeping it. What it is- it's this: Someone will eventually stumble upon these 26 English letters I arrange and rearrange under the corybantic grammar and spelling rules of this Frankenstein language which gets so frustrating- even though its my native language. God, English is weird...and beautiful when its used by someone who can direct it. I don't want to mess up. I have ridiculously high standards for myself and my work. I want to write. I want to write well. I love this language (warts and all) and I want to learn how to use it. To make it sing and resonate and hit people like a ton of bricks with the feels. Aww the feels, but so far, like Eve, I'm bothered by my writing. I read it and I hate it. I mean, I can look in the mirror everyday and see the beauty others see in my appearance, but I look at my words or my art, I want to burn it. I see all the flaws in my work and hate them, whereas I celebrate my flaws in my appearance. I have this red blood vein that sticks out of my right nostril right on the base of the septum wall like a small hook, and I love it. My students at work point it out all the time and I tell them what it is and they love it and I get to introduce them to some simple human biology, which is great for young minds. Even when I wear make up I don't cover it. I enjoy the unique things in my appearance and the unique things in others and their work. Just the other day I was reading your work Naomi Lea, your "Guilt" essay. It had so much information, insight, wisdom, and I agree with you that convictional (is that even a word? Idk you get my drift) guilt can lead us to/back to Jesus. You explained it all with clear descriptive metaphors and language, yet when we talked about it you mentioned a few grammar things and there being too much passive voice and I'm like "What's passive voice?" I don't even know what passive voice was at the moment. I'm thankful you filled me in on that by the way. And when I read your work Acacia Faye, it's alive with meaning, honesty, and emotions that touch the heart. I aspire to write as wonderfully as both of you do.
      I want to be able to do my work without a care in the world. To say "fudge you" to my insecurities and anxiety, to write without crying and using baked goods as swear words. I want to write as confidently as I walk in my favorite 70s styled 5 inch platform heels, to be as free with information as I am with my students, friends, and family. I want to see the unique beauty in my work as I see in others and my outward appearance. I want to be proud of my work, to love it, and I hope one day I will be able to celebrate what I've worked so hard to create. 
    It's now 11:21pm, so I'm going to call it a night. I'll probably edit this more throughout the week before sending it to you guys, then posting it on July 10th.
  
 July 4, 2017 
1:29pm - 3:07pm
       Happy Fourth guys! I thank both of you for including me in this new challenging endeavor of blog writing and maintenance. I haven't thanked either of you, I think. I might have, I don't know I can't seem to recall. I'm in much higher spirits than I was on the 2nd, and I hope both of you are having a wonderful Fourth. I also want to say thank you for reading this letter too. I feel lighter now, having confessed everything, and for once I don't hate what I've written. I might one of these days, but for now I'm going to celebrate I've written something. I still plan on posting this on the 10th, and I'll be sending it off to you guys shortly. While this letter is still between me and God, I must confess one more thing: I'm not sure what others will think. But it's okay. I don't know what people think of me when I go out, I can only know what I think, and I like it. I'm excited now. 
        Please, celebrate what you guys have done too. Both of you have done so much, especially in my mind. Yes, none of us are novelist (yet) and none of us have been published in any major mainstream things, but both of you have been published at your Alma mater, which is more that I could say since I didn't do much of anything at mine. I am sure one day we will be published somewhere and we'll be able to go to the bookstore and see our books. Just remember not to sign them cause then the book/books will be marked as damaged and yeah that's not good. Could leave a note in it though. That would be fun.
        We're still starting out, still young, and still learning what it is we want to write about and how we want to write it. I'm confident all three of us will figure it all out, and accomplish everything we dream of accomplishing. I'm proud of us. 
                  
                                               Your friend, 
                                             LadybytheSea

P.S. here is the direct link to Sol LeWitt's letter to her friend Eva Hesse as read by Benedict Cumberbatch : https://youtu.be/VnSMIgsPj5M





              



Monday, July 3, 2017

Essay - Personality - NL - 9

Personality



By; Naomi Lea



Every year I like to take the Myers-Briggs personality test, just to see if anything has changed. I’m usually an ENFP; Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving. I usually either switch between the P and the J for the last letter, but the other three usually stay the same. I have changed a great deal since high school. I know I would have scored a more Introverted personality type back then, but now I know I am certainly Extroverted. I get my energy from being around people. When I am sad or depressed, I usually want a hug or someone to talk to. When I stay alone, I become somber and dissident. When I’m finally around people after long lengths of time alone in my room, it’s like instant relief! I feel my energy levels rise and energy juice is being pumped into my system.
I like to take these personality tests because they help me to reflect and truly gauge how I would react in certain situations. The test gives different scenarios dichotomizing various traits such as prioritizing open schedules or to-do lists, carefully planning or improvising, preferring social events or staying in, etc. The test even gave advice on how to proceed in life based on this personality type with relationships, friends, careers, and other areas, but I must say now that these tests should always be taken with caution. Many of these test takers tend to take these personality types as unbreakable molds which people fit into. Unfortunately, that is not how things work depending on your world view.

Just as mentioned before, my personality changed after high school. There was a pivotal incident which changed my life forever, and that was the decision to fully commit myself to Jesus Christ. Though there were times after that incident when I fell away and did not live according to how a Christian should live, I was forever changed from that time on. I became a new person. Instead of someone living in sin unawares, I had the discernment to identify what was right and wrong. Though I often chose the wrong thing, I was not ignorant of the morality or lack thereof of my choices.  
This change that I experienced in high school allowed my true personality to surface and thus be captured in the results of my test. I remember Out of all that were listed, Curious, Observant, and Energetic/Enthusiastic resounded the most. These are the traits that stuck with me since childhood, even though they have been expressed differently in the various stages of my life. I love learning new things. I remember when Netflix was still a DVD delivery service and we would have new movies in the mailbox every week. Not only would I watch the feature film multiple times, but I would also watch all the special features, look up all the cast members on imdb.com, and sometimes develop obsessions with my favorite films and actors. That curiosity grew into a handy tool when doing research. As an English major in college, I enjoyed the research projects more than creative writing. I liked making connections among things that already existed more than making up points and their connections.

Maybe I like to watch people and events pan out more than come up with such things from my mind. It’s not that I like to people watch, but I like to find details and the meaning behind them. I tend to notice an article of jewelry or sock color before I even look at someone’s face. Perhaps that’s just my personal quirk, but I think that the smallest things sometimes hold the deepest importance. My constant quest for meaning sometimes makes me seems a little odd. I like to fabricate my own metaphors and they do not always hit the mark when I try to explain them to others. I would excitedly try to convey my new connection I discovered in my research or in my own philosophical musings and they often responded with quizzical or blank countenances. However, the excitement never died out and even today, I still get very excited about anything that piques my interest. Now that I am a teacher, I have an open outlet to release my enthusiasm for learning, making connections from text to real life, and using the skills of observation.

These are my favorite personality traits that I embody, but I never would have noticed I possessed them if I had not taken the time for personal reflection. As a Christian, I know that these traits did not naturally spring up and develop in me, but were given to me as gifts by my Holy Father who made me. That might sound a mushy and illogical, but I believe it is the truth. Nowadays the truth, just like our personalities, seem to be blurred or be split into variations. It is not definitively “good” to do something because as soon as someone says that something is “good”, the argument is no longer on the something but the definition of “good” itself! I used to think it was more intelligent to keep questioning the question instead of searching for the answer, but now that the Lord has allowed certain parts of my personality to grow, I cannot keep stalling the truth. Personality and its traits are gifts from our Creator who knows every minute thing there is to know about each of us. I can choose to believe that, or I can keep believing that personality is this weird inner goop that will remain so unless we adopt an analytical lens; a worldview which defines the questions so we can focus on pursuing the truth.


This Myers-Briggs is often mistaken as a personality sorter, putting people into unchangeable groups without deviation. In my opinion, it is nothing more than a tool we can use to better examine ourselves and the gifts God gave us. I know He has a plan for my curiosity, observance, and enthusiasm. It is through personality and the myriads of different ones that barely being to shadow what God is like; a being so vast that he could create all the individual people and their personalities. My hope and prayer for us all is to know that God made us all with a purpose and a personality to fulfil that purpose. I am still learning it myself, but I know I am not alone in that pursuit. Regardless of the test scores, everyone makes up a part of God’s image and His personality.