...about intense.

Have you ever taken the Myers-Briggs Personality test? It's my experience that people have either never taken it or have taken it multiple times over the course of several years.  The later category is where I fall. The times I've taken it have spanned over 10+ years, and  yet I get the same result every time.

If you haven't taken it, you can Google it as there are tons of sites about it out there, or check out: http://www.personalitypathways.com/type_inventory.html
Basically, after going through many questions you end up with a four letter combo that describes your personality.  I am a firm ENFP (Extrovert, iNtuition, Feeling, Perceiver). This, among other things, describes me as being very...INTENSE (which is a nice way of putting it, if you ask me).

I was talking with my mom about it this weekend, and about a new project I am wanting to undertake, making a rag quilt.  It got us talking about sewing and how she and my grandmother were always BIG sewers.  Every dress or outfit I had for years was homemade, and quilts galore, and any whim I had about a costume I wanted was granted.

 Unfortunately I never really picked up on it. Which makes me sad, in a way, but then again, sewing clothing isn't nearly as economical as it used to be.  However, the whole reason, my mother reminded me, that I don't really know how to sew is because of my intensity.  From the time I was little, I was SO hard on myself-expecting to pick something up perfectly the first time and if I didn't? BAM! You wanna talk about anger management issues?

I still struggle with that idea that I can just will myself to do things perfectly right from the outset. Although, I have learned to really chill out and not get so worked up about things, but I still can get frustrated easily when a project isn't coming together.

I'm feeling this urge now (on top of the million other things I have to do) to start making something.  There is a satisfaction like no other to look at something beautiful and practical and be able to say "I made that."  So I lugged out the sewing machine that has been gathering dust in my mom's garage and brought it home. At the moment, it's still sitting in a box on my sofa...but, hopefully soon I'll have it out and start work.

Hopefully it won't turn into a cage match between me and the machine.