This time around with collecting Hot Wheels, you are only buying “real” cars; not the silly made-up ones. It’s basically like you are becoming Jay Leno, with his warehouses full of collectible vehicles.
You do your research online, and then scout the nearby stores for the ones that might carry the particular make and model you are looking for. Or you will actually by the Hot Wheels car online when you have to.
Not only are you spending your own money on buying the cars for your collection, but you are now also buying the collector’s cases to store them in as well.
It makes me wonder which actual car you will ended up driving here in a few years!
My 9th song is one of several that could easily pass as a song written by an Enneagram 4, at first glance.
It feels sad. It is yearning for the past. It is a very entimental song, written from a realist perspective; where I am clearly plugged in to the full scope of my emotions.
But I would say it is a glimpse at the healthy part of my Enneagram 7 wing; where I am able to accept the randomness of life for what it is. I would say that there is a certain balance I showcase in the lyrics:
My life is half way over – My life has never been more in focus – No time machine to take us all back – What’s happened is stuck in the past – These are the good ole days – We’re still living in them – I won’t always be here – You won’t always be here – So shake a hand, shake a leg, soon we’ll all be dead – Don’t want to die, so I’ll try to live while I’m alive – This is it – These are the good ole days – You learn to take the good with the bad things – Life is both a comedy and a tragedy – No way to fast-forward or rewind -Just try to catch up if you get behind
So looking back on this song I wrote over 2 years ago, can you see my Enneagram 7 wing? Can you see my longing for security and confirmation of my own existence; which shows my true Enneagram is actually a 6?
Feel free to leave a comment. I’d love to hear your thoughts!
And now you can listen to the song, below, if you wish:
This was a big week for you. Your school held a very special graduation ceremony for all the 5th grade classes, celebrating the past 6 years of elementary school, while sending you off with excitement to middle school.
You took it upon yourself to wear your snazzy bowtie for this special occasion!
I tried, but there has been nothing I could do to help live in the moment any more than I have, as I’ve watched you grow up these past 11 and a half years.
The best I could do has been to write to you every single week of your life, to capture a glimpse of what was going on so that our family would be able to revisit.
You are growing up. And I couldn’t be prouder of you.