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Rowan Finley
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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Why I Admire the ENFP Personality Type
I admire the ENFP personality type for many reasons, but the first reason that I can think of is because they have an amazing talent for vision casting. It may take years to develop their dream or vision but they tend to stick to it, and overtime, they build this empire of sorts around them. They onboard other people who are able to carry out the vision with them. The dream or vision that they have is very near and dear to them as sometimes they’ve lived with it for many years. They also have the ability to rally a troop around them. They inspire their troop from time to time in order to help them carry out the visionary goals at hand. It never ceases to amaze me because I’ve seen people with the ENFP personality type start theater companies, music programs, ministries, or other artistic projects with great success!
By Rowan Finley 15 days ago in Humans
The Blacksmith
The blacksmith’s shoulders dripped with sweat from the heat of the sun and the fire in front of him. It was a beautiful day. The princess went by. Several servants were carrying her on a litter. She peeked through the curtain and caught a view of the blacksmith hard at work. Her heart started beating immediately faster with interest and curiosity. She quickly closed the curtain. The litter moved on. The princess and the servants were heading back to the castle. The next day, the blacksmith received a letter with the seal of the royal princess. The blacksmith opened the letter and began to read. The letter said, “I request your presence in the royal court this evening at 6 p.m.” The princess had signed the bottom of the letter with fancy cursive handwriting. The blacksmith closed the letter and wiped the sweat from his brow. He felt a flutter in his stomach. What could this mean? What could the princess want with someone like him, a commoner? There were dozens of blacksmiths in the city.
By Rowan Finley 15 days ago in Fiction
My Favorite Boss
I cried when she told me that she was retiring. In her office, on the other side of her desk, I just let the tears fall down on my lap. Though she didn’t verbalize this at the time, I believe she was a bit shocked by my reaction. I rarely ever cry in front of anyone. Honestly, my intuition told me that she was going to retire soon. I just knew the time for her retirement was coming. There are some bosses that you just bond with in a unique way and that’s how I was with Renee. She helped hire me for my first full-time job. I knew how she wanted things done and any mistakes I made, I was quick to correct them once I discovered them.
By Rowan Finley 20 days ago in Confessions
Distractions of Anorexia
She looked down at the lettuce forlornly. Food… She didn’t understand why it was a necessary evil. She just wished so desperately that she could live off of air and not have to consume anything. The thought of being fat was the worst. She fidgeted in her seat, looking around the room. Her thumb and index finger circled her wrist. It was a habit. Everything was a series of events. Going to a party meant lots of people. People meant lots of food. The sight of food was overwhelming. She always felt worried about how food was cooked. Butter and grease and calories, it all made her uncomfortable. Food meant discomfort. The smell of food made her stomach anxious. It always seemed like people around her were constantly trying to get her to eat more. A random woman walked by and casually said, “You need a cheeseburger honey, that salad ain’t gonna cut it.”
By Rowan Finley 21 days ago in Fiction
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