#fi problems

INFP, after a class filled with political debates: Man. I was really hoping to get to lunch before getting ticked off today. Guess I was wrong.

Recently, things have been going pretty well for me. It was my birthday last week. I've gotten a job offer for a new position that has better pay, benefits, and opportunity for advancement. I'm getting over someone that I loved, and moving on. I've been stepping out of my shell. I went on a couple dates last week-- nothing became of them, but still. I’m taking steps forward. I'm looking for a new apartment. I started volunteering at the local animal shelter. By all accounts, I feel that I should be happy. I'm recovering from a negative season of my life and trying to replace it with a positive one: financially, emotionally, relationally. And yet, I have this fear bubbling inside of me that I'll just be trapped. That getting this job won't be a stepping stone to bigger and better things. That I'll never make any impact on this world. That I'll never make a difference. I’ll never be significant. Like Fi is just screaming at me, "This isn't enough, not yet. You can't stop now. You have to make a difference." I’m excited to be escaping a chapter of my life that felt suffocating and unfulfilling-- but I’m afraid this next one will be more of the same. Sorry for the moody post. Here’s a haiku about potatoes to compensate: Russet, Sweet Russet The king of the potatoes Enthroned on my plate

Even though English is my first language, I technically grew up learning more French than English so I have really bad English skills.

when you're too drunk to spell ymca