I've been reading a book called "The ENNEAGRAM A Christian Perspective" by Richard Rohr. As I've been reading about the nine types of the Enneagram I was afraid to discover things about myself because I didn't want to have a label and then use it as a crutch. And, essentially it is what I have done. I read about the unhealthy NINE and it sounds like me exactly. Then, I read about the healthy NINE and I feel nowhere close to what they describe. Thankfully the Christian perspective directs each individual to how God can use this "wiring" within us to make us better. (Which I know really happens by dying to self!)
So, I'm putting it out there that in my journey of discovering a bit more about myself, I've been saddened. I am finally going to read specifically about the other types so I can know and understand those around me a bit better. But for those of you who don't know me IRL (in real life) and just through this blog, you'll see how some of my stuff written makes sense because of who I am. Check this out:
"The defense mechanism of NINEs is narcosis, or numbing. Because they often don't feel adequate to the many strains and challenges of life, they take refuge more than other types do in some sort of addiction. They have a hard time getting going... and seek stimulants and strong sensations from outside."
"The root sin of NINEs is laziness."
"The pitfall of NINEs is lethargy and comfort."
The ONE wing side is my organizational, anal retentive, ocd, clean-freak, perfectionists side.
It's just interesting. I need to get out of this title becasuse it feels more like a diagnosis. Right now I'm going to leave this with the tone of:
"For you created my inmost being;Psalm 139:13-18
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you."