So this past weekend I went home to visit my folks. While I was there, I asked my dad if we could go see his friend, Ross. For those of you who have been following this blog for any length of time, you will remember that Ross has a very special psychic gift. Okay, before my new readers start laughing, I would like to tell you to hold your sniggers. This guy really DOES have the ability. In fact, his gift is known to the U.S. government who have been known to show up at his front door unannounced, take him away to the airport, put him on a jet, and take him to an undisclosed location to use his gifts in planning strategies. This happened recently, actually. They have found that he is consistently over 90% accurate. He is also well-known in the area where I grew up. It is amazing being in the same room as him.
When DH and I were going through infertility treatments, Ross had no idea. But one day my dad and he went to lunch. My dad asked Ross what he saw for me. Ross told him that he knew we would have a hard time conceiving. That our path to parenthood would be long and hard, but that we would eventually go on to have at least one little girl. Nine months later, we were pregnant, after almost two years of infertility treatments and surgery. We had a girl.
This weekend I just wanted Ross to give me a general reading. I feel that life has been pretty good lately and that I am on the right track. I kind of wanted confirmation of what I had been feeling. My reading was awesome and lasted over two hours. A lot of it had to do with DH, and I won't get into that because it is DH's story, and I don't think he would appreciate me blogging about it (even though he is a non-believer [even though Ross gave him a 100% accurate reading last fall regarding a job situation]). But what I will tell you is that Ross confirmed I AM on the right path.
Ross feels very strongly, as do my dad and I, that my next child will be a boy. He told me that my upcoming procedure will have a little wrench thrown in it, being that either the surgery will take a little longer than my doctor thinks because he will find something else that needs to be taken care of. I told him I had had the same feeling about the surgery. My doctor thinks he will be in and out, but I have had a feeling he will find some other things in there that need to be addressed. Honestly, I feel like it will have to do with my ovaries. I've felt that for a while now.
When I asked if my next pregnancy would go as smoothly as my first, he confirmed what I had already been feeling, and that is that it will. I just feel deep down that everything will be fine. Now before you think he provides me with vague information that I turn around and interpret how I want (which is what my husband thinks), he doesn't. He is very specific when he can be, and his ability to hit the nail on the head is amazing. I am telling you, this guy is for real. He is no stupid Ma.dam Cl.eo.
I forgot to ask if I would have more than one more child. I guess for now I am just focusing on getting the next one here.
He did tell me that I need to get outside more and spend more time on myself. I told him I blogged, and that was my thing. He laughed and told me that didn't count. My daughter loves to be outside, and she will climb in her stroller and close the tray by herself daily. After talking to Ross, who said even my baby could tell what I needed, DH and I decided I will take the Munchkin on a walk every time she does that from now on. When I asked her if she wanted to go on a walk tonight, she climbed right in her stroller. She knew what it meant!
Remember my Top 5? That came up in my reading as well. Specifically my Developer trait. I couldn't help but smile when he started talking about that, and I thought of a couple of you in particular while he talked about it, especially you Noelle. :)
Now we just sit back and wait to see how accurate Ross was. I am really going to enjoy posting about it when he is. He has been right so many times before. And again, none of what he says is vague and left open for interpretation. He gives me specifics. Won't it be interesting if he is (we are) right about the surgery?
Also, I wanted to let you all know I was reading up on your blogs over the weekend, but I am not always able to comment from my phone. I can if your page doesn't refresh for word verification, but most of your blogs do, so I couldn't comment. Know that I have been following along and will comment when I can. Noelle and Sass, you are both very much in my prayers.
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Monday, May 10, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Relator
I thought it was time to once again share one of my Top 5 traits. When I first took my quiz, I was surprised this one wasn't in my #1 or even #2 spot. Its Relator.
The definition of a Relator is:
Relator describes your attitude toward your relationships. In simple terms, the Relator theme pulls you toward people you already know. You do not necessarily shy away from meeting new people -- in fact, you may have other themes that cause you to enjoy the thrill of turning strangers into friends. You are comfortable with intimacy. Once the initial connection has been made, you deliberately encourage a deepening of the relationship. You want to understand their feelings, their goals, their fears, and their dreams; and you want them to understand yours.
This is very true. One of the things I enjoy most is to make friends of the people who are not personable. There are a few people in my office who do not make contact with others, let alone smile at others when passing. It took some doing on my part, but I eventually broke them down and they now not only smile to me in passing, they stop and converse with me. When that connection is made, it makes my day. And every day I talk to one of those people or say hello as we pass in the hall, it actually gives me a bit of a high.
The same thing goes for blogging. I love it when I make blog friends and we have a connection through comments. I have some blog friends whom I have never met (well, that is all of you), but that I care about just as deeply as I do people IRL. I celebrate your triumphs and grieve your losses just as I would with a best friend IRL. I am glad to know all of you and share a friendship with you.
The definition of a Relator is:
Relator describes your attitude toward your relationships. In simple terms, the Relator theme pulls you toward people you already know. You do not necessarily shy away from meeting new people -- in fact, you may have other themes that cause you to enjoy the thrill of turning strangers into friends. You are comfortable with intimacy. Once the initial connection has been made, you deliberately encourage a deepening of the relationship. You want to understand their feelings, their goals, their fears, and their dreams; and you want them to understand yours.
This is very true. One of the things I enjoy most is to make friends of the people who are not personable. There are a few people in my office who do not make contact with others, let alone smile at others when passing. It took some doing on my part, but I eventually broke them down and they now not only smile to me in passing, they stop and converse with me. When that connection is made, it makes my day. And every day I talk to one of those people or say hello as we pass in the hall, it actually gives me a bit of a high.
The same thing goes for blogging. I love it when I make blog friends and we have a connection through comments. I have some blog friends whom I have never met (well, that is all of you), but that I care about just as deeply as I do people IRL. I celebrate your triumphs and grieve your losses just as I would with a best friend IRL. I am glad to know all of you and share a friendship with you.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
My Phoenix, Part 3
This is the final installment of the session with my shrink that was written about in my two previous posts. If you missed them, feel free to read back over them before embarking on this one, but it is not necessary.
The last thing my shrink and I talked about that day was my battle with infertility. I told her that I was tired of everyone telling me that I needed to let go everything I had been through in the years leading up to my pregnancy. I had been through a lot, not as much as some, but enough. I had done years of treatments and undergone a pretty extensive surgery to finally achieve my dream of motherhood. The experience definitely left me battered and scarred, but I wasn't willing to forget it all happened, which is what everyone kept saying I needed to do. They told me I needed to move on. I told my shrink it made me angry when people said that. When she asked why, I told her it was because of that battle I appreciated the gift I had been given so much more than if I hadn't had to fight so hard for it.
While infertility was hard, and at times it did best me, the experience helped grow and form me into a better person. A more compassionate and appreciative person. Had I not had to go through all of that to get pregnant, I probably would have complained about my pregnancy. I probably would have taken it and my daughter for granted, if I ever got to be a mother. But because I had to fight for my right to motherhood, not one second of my pregnancy or motherhood has gone by where I don't appreciate the gift I have been given. To forget my battle means taking those things for granted, and I am not willing to do that.
That battle made me who I am today. It made me a better mother than I would have been. Additionally, it strengthened my marriage along with all of my other close relationships. I definitely learned who my friends were, and those who were not, were cast off along the way.
If I had to do it all again, I would just because of the appreciation it has given me, and because of the way it brought me closer to my husband, my parents, my siblings, and my true friends. Not only that, but it gave me the opportunity to honestly reach out to other women who were or are going through the same thing. I could tell them I knew where they were because I had been there. I could provide love, support, and a shoulder to cry on because I truly understand. I've been there. I know how hard it is. I know how cruel and unfair it all seems.
The bottom line to me is that I am a better mother. I have infinite amounts of patience for my daughter because in those moments when I begin to feel even the teeniest, tiniest bit frustrated with her, I remember how hard I fought to get her here, and my patience meter is refilled. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her. I could not possibly love her more. I chalk some of that up to instinct and being a mother, but I chalk a lot of it up to my fight for her.
There was so much good that came out of my battle against infertility. How could I ever want to forget it or let it go? The only people who would say that to me are those who have no idea where I came from to get here, or who don't truly appreciate how much it has shaped me into who I am today. To forget it is to forget myself and my daughter.
The last thing my shrink and I talked about that day was my battle with infertility. I told her that I was tired of everyone telling me that I needed to let go everything I had been through in the years leading up to my pregnancy. I had been through a lot, not as much as some, but enough. I had done years of treatments and undergone a pretty extensive surgery to finally achieve my dream of motherhood. The experience definitely left me battered and scarred, but I wasn't willing to forget it all happened, which is what everyone kept saying I needed to do. They told me I needed to move on. I told my shrink it made me angry when people said that. When she asked why, I told her it was because of that battle I appreciated the gift I had been given so much more than if I hadn't had to fight so hard for it.
While infertility was hard, and at times it did best me, the experience helped grow and form me into a better person. A more compassionate and appreciative person. Had I not had to go through all of that to get pregnant, I probably would have complained about my pregnancy. I probably would have taken it and my daughter for granted, if I ever got to be a mother. But because I had to fight for my right to motherhood, not one second of my pregnancy or motherhood has gone by where I don't appreciate the gift I have been given. To forget my battle means taking those things for granted, and I am not willing to do that.
That battle made me who I am today. It made me a better mother than I would have been. Additionally, it strengthened my marriage along with all of my other close relationships. I definitely learned who my friends were, and those who were not, were cast off along the way.
If I had to do it all again, I would just because of the appreciation it has given me, and because of the way it brought me closer to my husband, my parents, my siblings, and my true friends. Not only that, but it gave me the opportunity to honestly reach out to other women who were or are going through the same thing. I could tell them I knew where they were because I had been there. I could provide love, support, and a shoulder to cry on because I truly understand. I've been there. I know how hard it is. I know how cruel and unfair it all seems.
The bottom line to me is that I am a better mother. I have infinite amounts of patience for my daughter because in those moments when I begin to feel even the teeniest, tiniest bit frustrated with her, I remember how hard I fought to get her here, and my patience meter is refilled. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for her. I could not possibly love her more. I chalk some of that up to instinct and being a mother, but I chalk a lot of it up to my fight for her.
There was so much good that came out of my battle against infertility. How could I ever want to forget it or let it go? The only people who would say that to me are those who have no idea where I came from to get here, or who don't truly appreciate how much it has shaped me into who I am today. To forget it is to forget myself and my daughter.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
My Phoenix, Part 2
This post is continued from the previous one, in which I talk about a session with my shrink where I realized I really am a positive person.
After talking about the end of an old friendship, we next talked about my last dog. I don't remember how she came up or why, but she did. I told my shrink about the day she died, and how heart wrenching it was. She wasn't even 4 years old, and her death was a complete shock brought on by a peach pit and a congenital defect. I had to put her down while she lay on the operating table under anesthesia less than a month after I married my sweetheart. It was a cruel, painful day.
I sat in an exam room by myself after I had kissed her goodbye for the last time and after she had taken her last breath. I sobbed so hard. I can't remember the last time my heart felt so broken. I couldn't believe how that day had gone and that my dog was dead. I couldn't believe I had lost the battle to keep her alive. I loved her so much.
While I waited for my husband and dad to join me, the vet tech brought in a book that went over my options for my dog's remains. I opted for cremation so I could keep her with me always. I was not in a permanent housing situation, so burial was not an option. I had to choose a box for them to put my dog's ashes into, and what I wanted written on it. As I was looking through the selection of boxes, I came across one that had the name, "Sadie" written on it. The first thought that went through my head was that it was what I would name my next dog. But then like most people in the world would, I told myself no, because then I would forever associate that name with that day and my loss.
I got another dog a few months later from the same mom-dog as the one who had died, but the name Sadie didn't fit. It wasn't right. I decided to hold the name until I found the dog it belonged to.
A couple of years later, I was ready to get a second dog. This time the name Sadie fit. But I kept asking myself if I was sure that was the name I wanted to use. I polled people in my life and asked what they thought. Every single one of them told me not to name her that for the same reason I wasn't sure I would do it on the day my dog died. But it felt right. To me, that name meant that my last dog lived on from the moment I saw the name in the book. It meant a little piece of her from that day was in my new living, breathing dog. So against what everyone said, I named my dog Sadie. I haven't regretted my choice to use that name. Not once, not ever. In fact, I paired the name with my old dog's name.
While that day was so heartbreaking and unbearable, I feel like something good came out of it.
When I told my shrink this story, she looked at me with amazement and said that she couldn't believe the level of positivity I had in the situation. She told me I was like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. Life had handed me something very hard to handle, and I turned it into something beautiful and meaningful. I loved hearing her say that.
Next up is my final installment of this session, and it proves to be the best.
After talking about the end of an old friendship, we next talked about my last dog. I don't remember how she came up or why, but she did. I told my shrink about the day she died, and how heart wrenching it was. She wasn't even 4 years old, and her death was a complete shock brought on by a peach pit and a congenital defect. I had to put her down while she lay on the operating table under anesthesia less than a month after I married my sweetheart. It was a cruel, painful day.
I sat in an exam room by myself after I had kissed her goodbye for the last time and after she had taken her last breath. I sobbed so hard. I can't remember the last time my heart felt so broken. I couldn't believe how that day had gone and that my dog was dead. I couldn't believe I had lost the battle to keep her alive. I loved her so much.
While I waited for my husband and dad to join me, the vet tech brought in a book that went over my options for my dog's remains. I opted for cremation so I could keep her with me always. I was not in a permanent housing situation, so burial was not an option. I had to choose a box for them to put my dog's ashes into, and what I wanted written on it. As I was looking through the selection of boxes, I came across one that had the name, "Sadie" written on it. The first thought that went through my head was that it was what I would name my next dog. But then like most people in the world would, I told myself no, because then I would forever associate that name with that day and my loss.
I got another dog a few months later from the same mom-dog as the one who had died, but the name Sadie didn't fit. It wasn't right. I decided to hold the name until I found the dog it belonged to.
A couple of years later, I was ready to get a second dog. This time the name Sadie fit. But I kept asking myself if I was sure that was the name I wanted to use. I polled people in my life and asked what they thought. Every single one of them told me not to name her that for the same reason I wasn't sure I would do it on the day my dog died. But it felt right. To me, that name meant that my last dog lived on from the moment I saw the name in the book. It meant a little piece of her from that day was in my new living, breathing dog. So against what everyone said, I named my dog Sadie. I haven't regretted my choice to use that name. Not once, not ever. In fact, I paired the name with my old dog's name.
While that day was so heartbreaking and unbearable, I feel like something good came out of it.
When I told my shrink this story, she looked at me with amazement and said that she couldn't believe the level of positivity I had in the situation. She told me I was like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. Life had handed me something very hard to handle, and I turned it into something beautiful and meaningful. I loved hearing her say that.
Next up is my final installment of this session, and it proves to be the best.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
My Phoenix, Part 1
My sweet blog friend Noelle asked me to rewrite my post about the session with my shrink in which I realized the Positivity in my Top 5 was true. How could I deny a request from such a dear friend? It does come with a caveat, however; Noelle, you will have to write a post for me in return. The details will be at the end of this post. ;)
During one of my favorite sessions with my shrink, I was trying to work through some issues I still had remaining with an old friend. Unlike most of our sessions, this one morphed through many phases of my life, all of which showed I truly am a positive person at heart, even when it doesn't feel like it.
The first thing we discussed that day was my demised relationship with an old friend of mine. We had been friends for 21 years, but the friendship was extremely toxic. The straw that finally broke the camel's back between us was my battle with infertility. Even though she had experienced infertility first hand, she could not handle the thought of my getting pregnant before her. No matter how much hell I went through. No matter how much money I flushed down the drain trying to be a mother. It was all a competition to her, and one that she had to beat me to the finish line with (in the end she didn't). Needless to say, the friendship ended very bitterly, and I spent the next two years trying to let all of it go.
As I talked through and tried to tackle my current issues in that session, my shrink asked if anything positive had come out of ending the relationship. I looked up at her, smiled, and told her, "Absolutely." I had learned to appreciate my new friends so much more. I learned how to become a better friend. Because that friendship ended, many sprung up in its place, and the new ones made the old one look shallow. There isn't a day or a moment that goes by that I don't thank God for my new friends and for the relationships we have. They are so much deeper, and so much more meaningful. Additionally, my love for them is reciprocated, which is something I never had with the old one.
I now have FOUR best friends, and each one of them knows exactly how I feel about them. They know about the old friend and how it all ended. I tell them all of the time how much I appreciate them and the friendships we have. They all care as much about me as I do them, and they tell me as often as I tell them. I never had that with my old friend. We may have been "friends" for a long time, but we were never friends. Not really. Not like we should have been.
There is no question in my mind that even though I don't like how it ended, it had to be done so that we could both move on to bigger and better friendships.
To prevent this post from being a mile long, I will split this session up into three posts, since there were three major aspects of the appointment. Stay tuned for installment #2!
But before I sign off, I want to ask Noelle to please write a blog post about where she sees her life a year from now. I want you to truly think about it, and go deep down to what your heart tells you it sees. You don't have to write it if you don't want to. You can even send me a comment if you would prefer, or ignore the request all together. My intention here is to get you to see your life as you want it to be. Loads of love sweetie! I am thinking of you constantly!
During one of my favorite sessions with my shrink, I was trying to work through some issues I still had remaining with an old friend. Unlike most of our sessions, this one morphed through many phases of my life, all of which showed I truly am a positive person at heart, even when it doesn't feel like it.
The first thing we discussed that day was my demised relationship with an old friend of mine. We had been friends for 21 years, but the friendship was extremely toxic. The straw that finally broke the camel's back between us was my battle with infertility. Even though she had experienced infertility first hand, she could not handle the thought of my getting pregnant before her. No matter how much hell I went through. No matter how much money I flushed down the drain trying to be a mother. It was all a competition to her, and one that she had to beat me to the finish line with (in the end she didn't). Needless to say, the friendship ended very bitterly, and I spent the next two years trying to let all of it go.
As I talked through and tried to tackle my current issues in that session, my shrink asked if anything positive had come out of ending the relationship. I looked up at her, smiled, and told her, "Absolutely." I had learned to appreciate my new friends so much more. I learned how to become a better friend. Because that friendship ended, many sprung up in its place, and the new ones made the old one look shallow. There isn't a day or a moment that goes by that I don't thank God for my new friends and for the relationships we have. They are so much deeper, and so much more meaningful. Additionally, my love for them is reciprocated, which is something I never had with the old one.
I now have FOUR best friends, and each one of them knows exactly how I feel about them. They know about the old friend and how it all ended. I tell them all of the time how much I appreciate them and the friendships we have. They all care as much about me as I do them, and they tell me as often as I tell them. I never had that with my old friend. We may have been "friends" for a long time, but we were never friends. Not really. Not like we should have been.
There is no question in my mind that even though I don't like how it ended, it had to be done so that we could both move on to bigger and better friendships.
To prevent this post from being a mile long, I will split this session up into three posts, since there were three major aspects of the appointment. Stay tuned for installment #2!
But before I sign off, I want to ask Noelle to please write a blog post about where she sees her life a year from now. I want you to truly think about it, and go deep down to what your heart tells you it sees. You don't have to write it if you don't want to. You can even send me a comment if you would prefer, or ignore the request all together. My intention here is to get you to see your life as you want it to be. Loads of love sweetie! I am thinking of you constantly!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Positivity
I want to tell you about another one of my Top 5 personality traits. (If you missed the last one and care to read about it, you can find that post here.) When this attribute came out in my Top 5, everyone laughed, including me. No one thought they could see it, including me. It was positivity. In talking to my boss after my test, he determined that it must not mean what everyone thinks it means. That there must be a deeper meaning. On the surface everyone thinks it means I always look for the positives in every single situation. They see that attribute as a Polly.anna.
The definition of this attribute is:
You are generous with praise, quick to smile, and always on the lookout for the positive in the situation. Some call you lighthearted. Others just wish their glass were as full as your seems to be. But either way, people want to be around you. Their world looks better around you because your enthusiasm is contagious. Lacking your energy and optimism, some find their world drab with repetition or, worse, heavy with pressure. You seem to find a way to lighten their spirit. You inject drama into every project. You celebrate every achievement. You find ways to make everything more exciting and more vital. Some cynics may reject your energy, but you are rarely dragged down. Your positivity won't allow it. Somehow you can't quite escape your conviction that it is good to be alive, that work can be fun, and that no matter what the setbacks, one must never lose one's sense of humor.
Two years ago, that WAS hard to see in me because I was still batteling infertility. But today, that is me to a T. I don't think people would laugh about my having that trait in my Top 5 these days. The deeper meaning also came to light a few months ago when I started going to the Shrink. During one of our sessions she kept likening my past experiences to a Phoenix rising from the ashes. Apparently the post where I talked about that has gone to the Blog Post Graveyard because I talked about my old friend in it, but that session was a breakthrough day for me. In fact, after I got back to work that afternoon, I marched straight into my boss's office and told him I have figured out how Positivity made it into my Top 5. He smiled really big and said I was right.
I am so glad that my PPD lead me down the path it did, because if it hadn't, I wouldn't be where I am today. I wouldn't be able to look at this trait and see it as true. I am grateful for the battle I fought to get here. There is a good in everything, sometimes we just have to look harder to see it.
Now stay tuned for the post in which my Developer and Positivity turn around and bite me in the @$$.
The definition of this attribute is:
You are generous with praise, quick to smile, and always on the lookout for the positive in the situation. Some call you lighthearted. Others just wish their glass were as full as your seems to be. But either way, people want to be around you. Their world looks better around you because your enthusiasm is contagious. Lacking your energy and optimism, some find their world drab with repetition or, worse, heavy with pressure. You seem to find a way to lighten their spirit. You inject drama into every project. You celebrate every achievement. You find ways to make everything more exciting and more vital. Some cynics may reject your energy, but you are rarely dragged down. Your positivity won't allow it. Somehow you can't quite escape your conviction that it is good to be alive, that work can be fun, and that no matter what the setbacks, one must never lose one's sense of humor.
Two years ago, that WAS hard to see in me because I was still batteling infertility. But today, that is me to a T. I don't think people would laugh about my having that trait in my Top 5 these days. The deeper meaning also came to light a few months ago when I started going to the Shrink. During one of our sessions she kept likening my past experiences to a Phoenix rising from the ashes. Apparently the post where I talked about that has gone to the Blog Post Graveyard because I talked about my old friend in it, but that session was a breakthrough day for me. In fact, after I got back to work that afternoon, I marched straight into my boss's office and told him I have figured out how Positivity made it into my Top 5. He smiled really big and said I was right.
I am so glad that my PPD lead me down the path it did, because if it hadn't, I wouldn't be where I am today. I wouldn't be able to look at this trait and see it as true. I am grateful for the battle I fought to get here. There is a good in everything, sometimes we just have to look harder to see it.
Now stay tuned for the post in which my Developer and Positivity turn around and bite me in the @$$.
Friday, January 22, 2010
My Top 5
Before you can even be considered as a candidate for a position at my company you have to be pre-interviewed, if you pass round 1, you move onto round 2, which is a personality test. There is no right or wrong, and no pass or fail. They ask you a bunch of questions to determine if they think your personality type will match well with those of your potential coworkers. If you are deemed a good fit, you move on in the interview process. Many people are weeded out during round 2.
After you are hired on, you get to take another personality test that determines your top five personality strengths. This is helpful because your managers know how best to motivate you and utilize your skills. Additionally, it gives your coworkers and idea of your personality before you've even met.
A couple of my sweet blog friends have made comments to me from time to time about how much I have helped them through their battles and dark moments. The other day it got me to thinking about my Top 5. I remembered there was one in there that seemed to go right along with those comments. I was right. When I checked my Top 5 today, I found this was my #1:
Developer
You see the potential in others. Very often, in fact, potential is all you see. In your view no individual is fully formed. On the contrary, each individual is a work in progress, alive with possibilities. And you are drawn toward people for this very reason. When you interact with others, your goal is to help them experience success. You look for ways to challenge them. You devise interesting experiences that can stretch them and help them grow. And all the while you are on the lookout for the signs of growth--a new behavior learned or modified, a slight improvement in a skill, a glimpse of excellence or of "flow" where previously there were only halting steps. For you these small increments--invisible to some--are clear signs of potential being realized. These signs of growth in others are your fuel. They bring you strength and satisfaction. Over time many seek you out for help and encouragement because on some level they know that your helpfulness is both genuine and fulfilling to you.
HOLY SMOKES!
When I first read that after finishing my quiz a couple of years ago, I didn't see it. I kind of could if I really thought about it, just like my other Top 5, but I couldn't believe that was my #1.
Since I started this blog a few months ago and through the friendships I have made, I have come to realize my #1 is SPOT ON. There are a couple of my blog friends in particular that have really made this strength shine, and to you, I am so appreciative. I may be helping you, but it turns out I am also helping me. I am doing what I do best, and that is to bring out the best in you.
Thank you so much to my sweet blog friends who allow me to be me and appreciate me for it. I am so glad I can be here for all of you just as much as you are here for me.
I will save my other four for another day. ;)
After you are hired on, you get to take another personality test that determines your top five personality strengths. This is helpful because your managers know how best to motivate you and utilize your skills. Additionally, it gives your coworkers and idea of your personality before you've even met.
A couple of my sweet blog friends have made comments to me from time to time about how much I have helped them through their battles and dark moments. The other day it got me to thinking about my Top 5. I remembered there was one in there that seemed to go right along with those comments. I was right. When I checked my Top 5 today, I found this was my #1:
Developer
You see the potential in others. Very often, in fact, potential is all you see. In your view no individual is fully formed. On the contrary, each individual is a work in progress, alive with possibilities. And you are drawn toward people for this very reason. When you interact with others, your goal is to help them experience success. You look for ways to challenge them. You devise interesting experiences that can stretch them and help them grow. And all the while you are on the lookout for the signs of growth--a new behavior learned or modified, a slight improvement in a skill, a glimpse of excellence or of "flow" where previously there were only halting steps. For you these small increments--invisible to some--are clear signs of potential being realized. These signs of growth in others are your fuel. They bring you strength and satisfaction. Over time many seek you out for help and encouragement because on some level they know that your helpfulness is both genuine and fulfilling to you.
HOLY SMOKES!
When I first read that after finishing my quiz a couple of years ago, I didn't see it. I kind of could if I really thought about it, just like my other Top 5, but I couldn't believe that was my #1.
Since I started this blog a few months ago and through the friendships I have made, I have come to realize my #1 is SPOT ON. There are a couple of my blog friends in particular that have really made this strength shine, and to you, I am so appreciative. I may be helping you, but it turns out I am also helping me. I am doing what I do best, and that is to bring out the best in you.
Thank you so much to my sweet blog friends who allow me to be me and appreciate me for it. I am so glad I can be here for all of you just as much as you are here for me.
I will save my other four for another day. ;)
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