Sensory Underload

Without knowing my personality preferences for so many years, I have been unaware of things that really work for me. Maybe I've had a glimpse here or there, yes. But lately, it's become so clear to me.

I'm an "S" -- that is, Sensing. I like to see color, texture, composition. I like to smell fresh bread and cinnamon candles. I like the symphony. I like to feel crisp sheets and soft cozy blankets. I can tell you what spices you used to season your curry. I want to feel the wind whipping my hair, the mist on my face, the sand squishing under my toes. Listen to the brook running by while the birds sing. 

I think I knew it when I was in college. I knew music fed my soul. I knew food was extra wonderful in some cafeterias. I took extreme pleasure in the sights, smells and sounds. I wrote poetry. 

Then I got married and had kids! Yay! I love them. But I kinda lost myself there for a minute. Trying to be more like my cool husband. Trying to be more like everybody. Trying to be everything for everybody.

I'm getting back on track. I'm decorating my house for fall. I'm listening to Pandora.com more often. I'm cooking and eating yummier food. I'm burning candles. I'm taking time to listen, smell, look, taste, enjoy. And it helps. A lot.