Self-Discovery and Doing the Work

My job in Doha has slowed down (for the moment), thus giving me more time to pursue my interests. Those interests these days include binging TV shows and books, sitting on my front porch drinking coffee, and learning about the Enneagram.

Woman wearing sunglasses smiling at camera holding a coffee cup

I first heard about it from an internet friend, and when I took a few of the (free) tests online, I couldn’t figure out my type. After a lot more reading and playing around on Instagram, I figured it out.

I’ll be honest; I’m uncomfortable with parts of being a Type Five with a Six-Wing. Reading the characteristics made me feel seen for the first time in years. I don’t know that I’ve always been a Five in my adult life (waving hello at types one, three, and six as so many of those traits resonate with earlier versions of me), but for this season…

I just finished a podcast episode that provided me with some reassurance that I’m okay just as I am. I logically know that this is the case, but hearing from an external source further reinforces it.

Have you figured out your type? Does any of this make sense to anyone else? How does knowing your type affect how you navigate your life and relationships? I’m still trying to get a handle of these and am curious about others’ journies.

(Featured Image Courtesy of @Justmyenneatype’s Instastories)


It’s been a few days since words have been transcribed, but words continue to flow in my head. This season of life can be hard from moment to moment. Living my life here, but looking forward to the next place, thinking of what needs to be purged, what needs to go in the air shipment, and what needs to go by sea. Finally, trying to figure out what goes in the suitcases in case the air and sea shipments are delayed.

As such, I plan for meals for the week, but am careful not to buy too much. There’s only so many weeks until we leave. Until I have to empty the pantry that’s kept us fed for almost three years.

Meal planning (via Paprika still) has become easier and more complicated. Eat down the pulses and rices without causing revolt. What’s quick to fix so the kids can spend as much time outside in the afternoons as possible before it feels like an oven?

For myself and my lunches, I keep turning back to khichadi. It’s filling and soothing. It provides comfort in its sameness when the rest is turmoil — some days topped with a fried egg, other days with a poached one. Or leftover chicken or even kimchi.

Image of Moong Dal Khichadi in a glass bowl
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