Let’s say we hand each Enneagram type a time machine. Not the clunky DeLorean kind (though cool), and not the hot tub variety (we’re not animals). This is a sleek, portable, morally ambiguous kind of time machine. One button. No instructions. A ticking sound that may or may not mean anything. The question is: what...| Psychology Junkie
Last week, I wrote an article I was sure would tank. I mean, who really needs to know what kind of bread their personality type would be? But the idea wouldn’t leave me alone, so I went with it. And, weirdly, it turned out to work. Turns out, people really want to know if they’re...| Psychology Junkie