The colors in my sink inspired me
My fellow INTJs, I had a thought while cleaning up today. My daughter had left a mess on her table after finishing a painting. As I washed the palette and thought about the next task to complete, I caught myself staring at the colors running over my hands beneath the water. What had once been a dry plastic board covered in cracked paint suddenly became streams of blues, purples, pinks, and greens swirling together in the sink. As small as the moment was, it oddly inspired me. It reminded me that things we see as dull, stagnant, or lifeless sometimes simply need attention, care, or movement to reveal what is still there beneath the surface. Even the mess itself had something to say. The colors splattered together into an ugly brownish green before eventually washing away, leaving behind a clean, albeit stained, palette ready for something new. Anyway, it was just a small moment I wanted to share. Not that I don’t also enjoy the usual “my INTJ did this,” “how do I handle this INTJ,...