Enneagram

I recently read the book “The story of you - an enneagram journey to becoming your true self” by Ian Morgan Cron.

I heard Ian speak on The Minimalists podcast and I instantly felt drawn to reading his book.

I’ve been doing a great deal of internal work recently, seeing a therapist for postpartum depression and grief counseling after losing my dad unexpectedly in May last year and this book has been a great guide and tool.

I won’t share what enneagram I am just yet, but those who know me might be able to quickly place me into my type.

I’m new to the enneagram world and it’s widening my view, not only of myself, but of others.

We all have our stories.

Our past.

Our baggage.

Our tendencies - good, bad, and indifferent.

I’m pealing back the layers of myself that I didn’t know existed, pieces of me I thought I was “born with” or came from some unknown source. I wasn’t sure if it was nature or nurture, I thought it was just “me”. Just who I was at my core.

But as I peal back these layers I see I’ve formed defense mechanisms along my entire path. Things within and outside of my control shaped who I am today at twenty-eight years young.

I feel as though I’m unpacking a backpack full of bricks that I’ve been carrying for too long.

This backpack is no longer serving me so I’m consciously working on putting it down, brick by brick until it’s empty and I will throw the backpack out and say “Thanks for your lessons, but I’m moving on without you. Not because you aren’t worthy, but because I’m more worthy than my past self.”

I’m putting my backpack down before I see my children pick up my bricks and baggage. Because if I’m tired at twenty-eight years young carrying it around, how will they feel if they are forced to carry my baggage.

I’m doing it for my children, but I’m doing it for me. Not in a selfish sense, in a worthy sense - For growth and betterment.

I wasn’t given these bricks to carry for eternity. I have been given grace and I feel for the first time I’m seeing, experiencing, and feeling it.

For the deeper I dive in my story, I see more of Him.

More of His greatness and glory.

So for the enneagram ones and twos.

See the good.

Perfection doesn’t exist, YOU do.

Asking for help isn’t a weakness, it’s a necessary strength.

There is a beautiful life to live within the grey.

You have been given permission to do nothing.

You can rest easy.

Give Ian’s book a read. I hope it helps you as much as it has helped me.

TANCKS for reading!