Water
I've always loved water. I grew up in southern California, near the beach, and I loved to watch the waves come in and retreat, ebbing and flowing. I like to watch the sunlight reflect off the ripples, forming dancing patterns on the surface. I like how moving water feels on my skin when I wash my hands or dip my toes in a stream. In a conversation recently with one of my sisters in which we were talking about personality types, I told her that I felt that I was like water. Since then, I've been thinking more about this topic. Imagine a river flowing downhill. Water won't flow up a hill; if it needs to get to the other side of the hill, the river will go around it. It will avoid confrontation and conflict as much as possible. Where there are boulders in its path, the river changes course temporarily to go around them before resuming its course. Smaller things, like stones or debris may get picked up and carried for a while if the underlying current is strong enough. ...