I’m a sucker for any kind of personality test. Doesn’t matter how silly it sounds, I’ll take it. I’ve even taken this ridiculous “what animal are you” quiz (I’m an otter). I’ve taken Myers-Briggs (INFJ and proud of it!), the chronotype quiz (#wolflife) and of course all those really scientific ones that pop up on Buzzfeed or Pinterest that tell you what kind of person you are based on how you like to eat your spaghetti or which Disney princess you are. I love learning any possible thing I can about myself. Especially what Disney princess I am. (SPOILER ALERT! it’s Cinderella.) And you’re about to learn why, exactly that is! Continue reading “Discovering My Strengths”
It’s never an easy process, is it? We’re such creatures of habit as we go about our daily routines that the simplest derailment of our day can send us over the edge. The fear of the unknown often becomes boundaries and walls that we use to barricade ourselves in our comfortable nests. And yet, change is entirely necessary for us to evolve. There’s a beautiful quote to echo that sentiment:
“What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?”
Sometimes we simply have to take that leap of faith and trust that everything will be okay. Because almost always, change is for the better. While it might not always seem like it at first, in my experience, even bad changes have brought about incredible results. And it’s amazing how one change influences another. Continue reading “A New Life ~ A New Leaf ~ A New Blog”
A thought occurred to me as I was researching my family tree. It’s easy to think that family research is simply researching pedigree. That is, the tracing of direct lineage. You < Parents < Grandparents < Great-Grandparents < Great-Great-Grandparents and so one, going up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up until you’ve reached the very tippy-toppy part of your family tree, balancing precariously upon the stump and you can go no more.
But a tree doesn’t grow that way in real life does it?
Because most of my writing stems from stories or historical times that I’ve discovered while researching my family tree, I will occasionally come upon a brick wall that seems insurmountable. No matter how many avenues I exhaust in attempts to find the missing link/s, my ancestor always seems to be hiding just behind a locked door taunting me.
This week, one of my brick walls was torn down with a wrecking ball by a surprising email I received from a distant relative whom I had tried contacting, probably close to three months ago. Continue reading “Research, Brick Walls and Answers from Unexpected Places”