Ashland finally took the MBTI last week. I suspected she was also an INFJ, or else a INFP, in part because Trevor said watching us talk, he halfway believed we could be twins.
(Plus we're both Type Six on the Enneagram; my wing is Five, hers is Seven.) Somebody once explained the difference the personality tests this way: the MBTI tries to explain how our mind works, and the Enneagram tries to explain the motivation behind our actions.
Whether it's square dancing, cowriting adventure stories, or creating sympathy cards for one of our favorite counselors, it's easy to work with her. She's of the Race of Joseph, sure, and so that's part of it. But it finally clicked; knowing that we're both INFJs. The percentage varies by which chart you're looking at, but it's the rarest MBTI type.
It explains why we're able to go from photography to country music duets to Greek mythology at the drop of a hat, or why on the rare occasions either of us will answer the phone, conversations can last an hour or more. Why we're trying to help others whenever possible, and able to deep-dive into subjects that seem interesting.
This is really. cool.
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