So Sonja came over this morning and she was on the enneagram thing, since I gave her book back to her on Monday. She was struggling, mulling over her number, her husband's number, and I said, "Screw going walking! Let's go sit at Barnes & Noble and read every enneagram book we can get our hands on!" And we did.
And I am officially a 6. Which according to one book, is commonly misidentified with a 9.
Tricky.
No really.
I'm pretty sure - I'm a 6.
I'll get back to you on what that means.
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