Work, Rest, and INTJ

Recently I took the The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) assessment, not in serious consideration of the results, but more for curiosity. The results listed me as INTJ, specifically the Mastermind variant. Immediately I set forth plans for world domination (hey, with a title like that...)

As with all these tests I do think results should be taken with a pinch of salt, it’s easy to see the parts that you think apply to yourself, and to gloss over the results that you disagree with. That said, it’s not a million miles out.

 “INTJs are one of the rarest of the sixteen personality types, and account for about 1–4% of the population.”

While this sounds pretty cool, I think the biggest failing of this type is at the expense of social skills. I do try my best at this area, knowing that it’s perhaps somewhere that my personality and confidence is lagging. I’m most comfortable with a group of friends, or in my own company.

I’ve started out this posting with that as some background for what follows.

In days gone past, when I’d take my holiday allowance from work I’d very much enjoy spending a whole day with endless coffee and a good hardback, racing through the pages and soaking up the story. Enjoying my time to myself.

As with all things, time moves on and circumstances change.

I’ve just returned to work from a weeks holiday. Over the whole week I managed to read just one book (“I shall wear midnight” by the great Terry Pratchett) to myself. However, I read many to my daughter Beth, who is now wrapped up in “George’s Marvellous Medicine” by Roald Dahl. I love that she’s now getting old enough that we can read a book across several sittings and that she has the ability to remember what has happened previously in the story.

Now if only she was old enough to enjoy the next Lee Child thriller …..

Whilst off I also managed to get Beth along to the new soft-play thats opened up near us. The place is HUGE ! This building could comfortably fit my house in it, and the two attached to mine. 

I’m kind of neurotic with Beth and hate letting her out of my sight if I’m taking care of her, so her going off to play in this maze of brightly coloured balls and steel was as much an exercise for me to control my vivid imagination as for Beth to have fun.  I must admit to nearly having a stroke watch Beth come down the big blue chute, it’s nearly the height of the building and the kids pick up a lot of speed. She was very pleased with herself though, and how could you deny any kid that 🙂