Hi, Iâm Carie. I write daily posts about navigating these times.
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Myers-Briggs + ENFP
Today weâre talking personality types. According to the Myers-Briggs framework, Iâm an ENFP. One example of living with this personality type is how often we are accused of flirting. Which, for me, is hilarious because the truth is this: 1) I have no idea how to flirt. 2). Unless Iâm 3+ drinks deep, then Iâm probably gonna make it weird. 3) If Iâm not 3 sheets to the Colorado wind, then the only way to know if Iâm flirting is that my entire personality type changes into someone who is shy, quiet, withdrawn, and awkward AF. True story.
That Time in 2018 When I Started Crying and Didnât Stop
Once upon a time, I was sick. I hurt. And I believed that pain was my lot in life. To cope, I started using mind/body therapies. I started changing my thoughts. I started feeling my feelings and releasing all that didnât serve.
Today, I live pain-free. This post shares a little of the science as to why I no longer hurt â at least from a âchronicâ perspective. I have been complaining about a back ache for three days that resulted from walking a few miles on Saturday in cute but flat sneakers. But thatâs my bad. My middleaged body is strong but it ainât playing about wearing supportive shoes. ;)
The Kind of Woman I Am
My dad sent me an Instagram reel this morning. His mom, my Grandma Vi, used to have these words displayed in her kitchen. I remember actually being a little freaked out by them when I was really little â Catholicism made me really scared of the devil. But as I got older, I learned to love these words. Hereâs a story about my grandma and how she helped turn me into the kinda of woman the devil himself is afraid of.
Validation
Yesterday, I touched into a small part of me that still worried that Iâd made something up. That maybe I was just crazy to believe. I didnât go into the day hoping for validation. Or even knowing that I was seeking it. But itâs what I got.
Some science to back up my âwooâ
Coming soon â some real science to show the power of the mind/body connection.
To the man who will never see this blog post
After the murder of Renee Good, I saw a tweet that said:
âEvery woman who has been assaulted by a violent man knows exactly what âfucking bitchâ in that tone means.â
A boyfriend in high school introduced me to that tone. So, Iâm familiar. And, my best friend and I recently encountered that same energy out in the wild. Read on.
You deserve a break
I feel like the (exhausting) narrator in my head definitely wears Sally Jessy Raphael glasses.
This and that can be true
Most days Iâm confident. Over-confident, some might say. But I also have days like today, where everything I thought about myself was disasterous. It was a perfect day to allow my big feelings to flow, and I gratefully had the time and space to do so. It was also a day that I should not â NOT â judge my entire body of work.
On surrender
Today I reflected on a way I learned to create new patterns in my life as it relates to anxiety, sharing a simple practice I started 10+ years ago. I also included some links as to what science says about this God Box practice. And, read to the end, because once again the universe humbled me today, giving me a situation thatâs largely out of my control. Simple practices, but dang it â never easy.
How do you catch an elephant?
I told a crass joke at Grandmaâs memorial. My family put me up to doing it right after she died. I thought it would be hilarious so I agreed. I didnât think too much about it. Until, of course, I ascended the steps and stood behind the pulpit of a church where I spent my formative years and had second thoughts.
Tribute to my grandmama
My grandma died on Nov. 26, 2025. Today, our family is celebrating her life. Hereâs something I wrote about her a few years ago, about Why I Write. Itâs largely becaue of her!
TL/DR: Youâre exactly where youâre supposed to be
Life can be so funny. You can feel so far out of alignment from where your ego mind believes you ought to be. Things can be so quiet in life, for days, months, even years. You can be on the brink of losing faith, of believing youâve taken far too many wrong turns to even consider that youâre still on your highest and best path, then WHAM.
You find yourself at a Starbucks, far from home, and the universe reminds you that youâre exactly where youâre supposed to be.