You can call me Ariel
I’m sore. Black and blue splotches cover my legs. I’ve been beaten and abused. But it’s my fault. I did it to myself.
I mean, it’s not like anyone forced me to ride that mechanical bull. I climbed on by myself, with an overly optimistic smile. A smile that turned into fits of laughter when I was immediately slung off onto the air mattress. Of course, I’m no quitter. I rode three more times before the weekend was over. Now I can barely walk. I’ve always heard “cowgirls don’t cry.” Well, what about wincing? Because I’ve sure done a lot of that.
As you can see, life’s been interesting lately. I’ve gotten back into the swing of single life and can honestly say it’s been fun. A good mix of spontaneous plans and quiet nights with Maggie. I kept waiting to hit the emotional phase. I thought I’d eventually be upset about the end of my relationship. But it hasn’t happened yet. It’s a weird feeling — knowing that I’m okay. Better than okay. Life is great, and while I’m excited about the future, I’m also really loving the right now.
We did the Myers-Briggs personality test at work a few weeks ago, and I was once again told that I’m an ENFP (Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling and Perceiving). I always get a kick out of reading that stuff. They label me as an advocate, inspirer, champion. (HA!!) I’m a “charming, ingenuous, risk-taking, sensitive, people-oriented individual who lives in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate and excited about things.” But one website worded it in such a way that I couldn’t help but snort: “outgoing, social, disorganized, easily talked into doing silly things, spontaneous, wild and crazy, acts without thinking…” Who?? Me? Famous people who share my type are Meg Ryan, Sandra Bullock, Will Smith, Robin Williams and Ariel. As in the Little Mermaid. The curious one who always got herself into trouble by being too trusting and optimistic. That doesn’t sound like anyone I know…