Or so that’s what Myers Briggs Personality Test has continued to reveal. An INFJ, to be exact. I don’t know how much I trust the test. Mainly because I feel I may lean into the INTJ category as well. (But I am no expert in the matter.)
Anyway, because I am introverted I prefer being alone most times. I sometimes come off as being shy or quiet or both.
But there’s a few things in life that truly make me happy: books, deep conversations (sometimes difficult to have, given that I am introverted), outdoor adventure, and, most importantly, alone time.
Ok, so the latter two I haven’t had much time to indulge in since, for the past two years, I have been studying to be a paralegal. As I progressed through the studies, I found less time to write, whether that was on my blog or participating in challenges from the online poetry community. At the same time, I want to create meaningful connections with people. Meaningful being the operative word here, guys and gals. I have found that interviewing people does just that. (Ok, maybe I was at one point a sudent journalist; and I kind of miss the interactions).
Books were my first companion; and they still are, to some extent.
I don’t know if that was a good thing or bad. From a positive perspective, it was. I rely on my active imagation to take me where my feet currently can’t (or won’t). It’s your choice, really?
Right now that place is Sweden.
The book I am currently reading was recommended to me by a friend. It’s the novel The Emigrants by Vilhelm Moberg, a definitive guide about the Swedish disporia in the mid-nineteenth century. The Nilsson family and members of their community have already experienced a great deal of struggles. And they haven’t left Sweden yet to voyage to the Americas to start a new life and chase the fabled American Dream.
Times really do change, if you think about it.
I find I rarely have that many deep conversations outside of my immediate family. As someone as diverse as I am, I could probably chat away about politics, books, the environment, and more
There’s this part of me that knows that I’ve had an appreciation of nature and the desire for outdoor adventure from a young age. I’m grateful to have experienced some of this throughout my short 28 years on this Earth. But not nearly enough to satisfy my wanderlust though.
Something I crave and something I lack. For me alone time requires peace and quiet. And lots of time to think (and preferably to write).
Cheers for now!