Perfect & Fun
These are my people–this is “back where I come from.” On the itinerary of my “personality passport” it says, “Hometown Perfection, Frequent Visitor of Fun Country.”
Ben and I took a personality quiz a while back–we answered questions about what pumped us up, what disappointed us, what made us crazy. We also figured out things like our top motivations in life; not necessarily what you’re good at, but what you really enjoy. I came to a startling conclusion while reviewing the results of the test: my personality’s “home country” as the lingo of the quiz labeled it, is FUN! I want to hear “it’s gonna be SO AWESOME” “You’re gonna love this!”
“WOOHOO” is one of my favorite words!
Ben’s home country was PEACE. He spends a majority of his time here. A huge canyon of space separates his home country, Peace, from his favorite vacation spot, Perfection. So, he’s a steady-eddy who likes things in order. Agreed. This quiz nailed it for my B.
When it comes to my favorite vacation spot, there is not a canyon of space between–more like a revolving door–because I spend so much time there. Destination? Perfect Country.
It was hilarious when we were talking to Paul, who helped us talk about the results of our quiz because he turned to me and said, “Do you ever feel that those countries (Perfection & Fun) are at war? And all of a sudden, SO MUCH made sense to me! I often feel a conflict within me of competing desires. “The things I want to do, I don’t! The things I don’t want to do, I do” comes to mind. Everyone has the flesh v. spirit conflict within them, but this is not what I’m talking about here. There is nothing inherently better or less sinful about either of these dispositions, they just don’t tango together very well.
I can clearly see how each of these sides to my personality take over at different times. Some days, my house is picture-perfect. Everything is neat and orderly. Picturesque. Other times, even days (Moments?) later, there is chaos! I like both because usually chaos = crafts. :) But some days, I just love the crazy mess. Other days, I long for the order.
Perfect & Fun
I see this being especially frustrating in my journey with Diabetes. I have spent some weeks recently being meticulous with carb counting, testing, meal times, and collecting data. I loved those weeks. It was fulfilling to put myself into something completely. I felt great! I had energy and strength. I slept well, and I was happy to be doing something meaningful. BUT those two weeks were SO HARD! I was able to do it because I knew there was an end. I was collecting data for a specific dr. appointment, so I knew the end was in sight.
I can live in Perfect Country with Diabetes.
As long as I can hop a plane to Fun any time I want. But that’s not how Perfect works, is it?
I am currently in the process of processing this.