I’ll admit, I’ve been a little obsessed with the Enneagram since I was pegged a “4” by a therapist about seven years ago.
I take that back. When she first said something, I smiled and stifled a yawn, thinking it was just another “personal work” thing I didn’t have the time or inclination to look into. It came back around a year later when I started school, and I was forced to go back and tell her, “Sooo, about that four thing…yeah, you were dead on.”