I hope you had fun this weekend! As an Enneagram One, fun isn’t always (ever?) my top priority. But I’m learning! I’m trying to recognize where fun is already happening in my life and trying to plan more time for it. My weekend fun included friends, games, a good book, and a recipe I quadruple
Most Fridays, we have family game night. We’ve been doing this for over a year—ever since our toddler’s bedtime got to be too disruptive to family movie night. (We were also running out of movies to watch that were actually fun for the whole family.) My husband and I weren’t sure how it would go.
I am a completionist. I derive a lot of pleasure from checking all the boxes. Cherry-picking podcast episodes isn’t for me. I go back to episode one and listen to the entire back catalog in order. You have 500 episodes and 25 of them are about the pandemic? Sign me up. You wrote a book
Breakfast is the best meal of the day. I would eat breakfast food at every meal (and occasionally do). Of course, on special days, I want a special breakfast. There should be sugar. There should be carbs. I want something Buddy the Elf would whip up for Jovie. So there I was, May of 2020,
It will come as no surprise that Gilmore Girls is my favorite television show. Sure, it’s cliché, but Rory was a year older than I was and seemed like the perfect role model for my Enneagram One self. I was on track to be valedictorian and dreamed of attending not Harvard but “the Harvard of
I got to have some special fun this weekend thanks to a sweet mom who has a daughter in my 8-year-old’s grade. She hosted a beautiful tea party for the moms and daughters, and it was such a treat! I enjoyed getting to know some of the moms better, watching my daughter jump on a
Webster’s dictionary defines fun as… Ok, no. We’re not doing that. (Though I do love definitions, and I do have an English degree.) When I was trying desperately to achieve a perfect SAT score, I would write down any unfamiliar word I encountered to look up later. This practice served me well. I did, in
At this point, you’ve likely heard of the Enneagram, a personality framework with nine types. Each type relates to some of the other types in the form of wings and arrows. I’m a Type 1, which The Enneagram Institute describes as “conscientious and ethical, with a strong sense of right and wrong. They are teachers,
I am not exactly…fun. I love a spreadsheet. A to-do list. An Oxford comma in the right place. But fun? Seems a little irresponsible. As an Enneagram One, I tend to be a black-and-white thinker. My categories are right and wrong. And fun doesn’t seem to fit well in either bucket. It’s ok once in
