A Reflection On My Life

Personality is something I often think about. To me, it is one of the most important aspects of an individual, in terms of Human Relations. When dating, we assess our prospective mate’s “personality” – is it good, is it bad, are there components of it we cannot live with? When we have children, we ponder what type of “personality” they will have. Will it be like moms or will it be like Uncle Larry’s? Yet, it wasn’t until I took the Jungian Typology Personality Assessment that I made an honest connection to my personality and my tendencies as it relates to school or work. Moreover, previously, I had not deeply considered how my personality affects my style of conflict resolution. As an ESFJ (extraverted, sensing, feeling, judging) I have a lot of positives, making me a great candidate for management but I also have areas of weakness that I must remain cognizant

As I reflect on my individualities, I must take into consideration, all of my life experiences that have had made significant impacts on my vivacity. One's identity is constructed by several different characteristics and attributes that are not limited to just their uniqueness’s, such as appearance or things that can be seen. As a white female born and raised in San Antonio, Texas, I sometimes feel discouraged, as though I don’t have an exciting identity to expose; However, I was lucky to be raised in a city that is known for having a large Hispanic cultural influence. Many of these influences were adapted into my family and have resided with me; So, regardless of where I live, they will always be a part of who I am.

I grew up in an eccentric corner house. Its walls were a faded shade of pink, its yard occupied by rocks where the rest of the neighborhood had a plot of plush grass. Our “lawn” was instead adorned by a date palm tree and a cement donkey statue. But it was the tall, spindly weeds that invaded the concrete and crept out from between cracks in the sidewalk that always grabbed the household’s attention.

Throughout my life, compassion has always been a huge part of my personality. This trait has been constant across many situations in my life, and there are several theories that explain how this trait may have developed to be such a huge part of who I am. Hans Eysenck’s biological approach may say this trait was acquired genetically. Albert Bandura would take a different approach, claiming that my compassion is a learned product influenced by my environment and my thoughts.

Intuition is defined as a direct perception of truth or fact, independent of any reasoning process. (Dictionary.com). Also known as a keen or quick insight, many people say that women, especially mothers and wives have great intuition and will often know when something is wrong before anyone tells them. This is intuition by definition, however, from a biblical standpoint intuition is very much like spiritual discernment. For those that are gifted with both, intuition and spiritual discernment you can pretty much take what they say to the bank, it will happen or has happened just like they said it would.

“All I need to know I learned in kindergarten” is a poem hanging on the wall in my house. The poem teaches principles such as: share everything, play fair, don’t hit people, put items back where you found them, clean up your mess. From the age of two these principles became object lessons and repeated phrases each and every day. Without realizing it, I had memorized this poem by the age of six, and not by choice. Principles impacting my life are those learned while golfing; my poem should be “All I need to know I learned in golf.”

I grew up in Flower Mound, Texas, an affluent town which does not have a large diverse population. As I entered high school in 2010, 2.2% of the town’s population was bi-racial, which meant Flower Mound High School’s bi-racial student population remained minuscule. Due to the small population of bi-racial teenagers, I constantly felt as if a magnifying glass was held above me. For example, in several Pre-AP classes, my work was never showcased, even if I received the same or higher grade than my fellow student—my work and my work ethic were ignored, which encouraged me to excel. With every project, assignment, or test, I would go above and beyond by completing extra credit, asking for unneeded guidance, and going into a teacher’s off-hours

4/16 My therapist told me yesterday during our weekly session that it could be a helpful thing to write in a journal, like a diary. After what had happened, I wasn’t ever really the same. Now I thought it was a stupid idea, but the more and more I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that I honestly have nothing to lose.So I am giving it a shot. But if I am going to write this, then I will do it MY way, for myself.

I intensely remember my first trip to China one year ago. I was just a few weeks into my appointment as Adviser to the Minister of Economic Development, Tourism, Trade and Entrepreneurship. I was given the opportunity and privilege to work with this extraordinary professional, and my perception of China was at the time was still quite asymmetrical.

April 7, 2014, this date marks the beginning of my journey. This was the day my boyfriend, Jiovanni and I started dating, clueless as to the situation I had just jumped into. Throughout, this relationship I have learned, first-hand the struggle of being an interracial relationship. This experience has by far changed not only my perspective of the world around me, but also of the people close to me. My journey has taken me down a twisted road. In addition to learning many lessons about myself, I have become more aware of others actions and behaviors. Jio has changed my family, my views on people, and my sense of self.

I have not only learned things throughout the course of, “Christ, Culture, and the University,” but I have truly soaked up the lectures so that I can apply everything to my daily life. This course has been such an eye opener in my life, I remember coming into this course not knowing exactly what it was and being confused as to why I was even put into it. Over the weeks spent coming to class, I finally figured out what the course meant to me. This was a course that was devoted to me, to figure out who I am and what my beliefs are. I believe that this course was set in place to not only figure out what I truly believe, but it was to help me grow and learn more about my religion and others. Throughout this course, I was able to figure out my

I came back to find that my whole city was destroyed in a blink of an eye, after running for days to keep this from happening.

My parents got divorced when I was 5 years old and my father ended up raising me for the majority of my child to adult life. Though my mother was around, she was also very busy with her new husband and family, leaving time for me hard to obtain. Regardless, my father spent every free moment he had nurturing my passions, instilling values and teaching me life lessons that I still follow today.

My Mom-Mom used to tell us that if you want to make God laugh, you should tell Him your plans. I did not fully understand that when she said it but I absolutely do now.

At this moment in my life I thought maybe...maybe I don’t need to lIve I mean everyone puts me down everyone makes me feel lIke I don’t really belong. So I was havIng suIcIde thoughts and when those thoughts were In my head I was lIke thInkIng I mean my dad left me when I was 4 months old and has been In and out of my lIfe sInce I was 3 years old . I’m goIng to kIll myself today because people put me down or because I don’t feel loved. Well I just kept sayIng that for weeks and weeks untIl I fInally had a talk wIth two of the teachers at my school Mrs. AtkInson and Mrs. Cobb.