Turns out I didn't get any comments on my last blog to follow up on today. Michael asked me how a Four would usually respond to that. Great question, I thought! My default reply was that I, as a Four, would feel rejected. However, even as I said the word rejected, I knew I wasn't. It didn't sit right with me. In truth, I felt fine about it. I understood. I certainly am not the type to leave comments on other people's blogs, hey, I don't even read other people's blogs. Yes, I was hoping I would get some of your thoughts and ideas in the comments, but I wasn't expecting it, and I didn't have an attachment to the outcome. That non-attachment and release of expectation helped me to not take it personally, nor feel rejected. Fantastic!
On Wednesday night, I was serving tables at my job, and one of our beloved customers came in towards the end of the night. If Woody Allen and Larry David had a love child it would be Harold. Now, Harold is very particular. He knows what he likes and what he doesn't like. He wants butter with his bread, not our organic olive oil, and he wants it brought to his table immediately. He wants a healthy pour on a wine glass, not a measured-out pour. He wants the perfect amount of digestive time in between his two courses. If his entree comes too early, he'll send it back; if too late, he'll demand it's arrival at once. To some of my co-workers, this is off-putting, and I can understand why. But to me, it's refreshing. You always know where you stand with Harold.
We began talking and he told me that he had checked out my website (this blog) that we had spoken about the last time he was in. I perked up and said, "Great! What did you think?" His response was "Meh--it didn't really catch my interest." Again, typically, I would be personally offended by his very blunt critique of writing. But, surprisingly, I didn't feel offended. I checked in with myself, and I felt curious. I asked him to tell me why, to give me more details. We got into a great discussion about what it is I'm trying to do and put out there, and how to go about doing that. At the end of the conversation, I had some genuine pearls of wisdom from Ol' Harold, and I had some questions that I wanted to continue to ask myself.
This blog is a work-in-progress. The Enneagram is a complex system and it's difficult to convey its depth in soundbites. It is best discovered through conversation between types. As, I hope to turn on people who've never heard of the Enneagram, as well as pique the interests of those who are Enneagram devotees, it will be intriguing to discover where the sweet spot lies between authentically expressing myself and resonating with the readers.
Finally, in the middle of the night, I woke up to go to the bathroom, and I remembered the dream I was having. There was a young man in it and he was telling me (in regards to my blog), "It didn't resonate with me, but keep going, keep going." I captured that experience as I groggily went back to bed. This blog may not resonate with you yet, it may sometime in the future, or it may never. And that's okay. But, I'm gonna keep going, keep going.
Hope you have a great weekend! I'll be back on Tuesday, and if you feel compelled to leave a comment on this blog, I will relish in reading it!