9.23.09

Back some 10 years ago I took this personality test that determined you to be one of four animals - lion, golden retriever, otter, and beaver. I came out as a lion/golden retriever, which was a sort of odd combination since it meant that I was both dominant yet compassionate? I didn't register as a beaver (the organized type), but a friend who traveled with me for six weeks that summer questioned, "You sure you aren't a beaver?" Apparently I was quite orderly for those weeks living out of a suitcase in a crammed room with bunkbeds.

I've embraced the inner beaver in me - though I'm not sure how my love for organized things came about. Today I worked my magic with someone's desktop files at work, and it was life-changing for the other person (so I'd like to think). Sometimes I'm organized to a fault, to which I expect everyone around to be precisely like me. This is why I need to be given things that are messy because in the end, I have to realize I'm not the one to put everything back into order.