Dariya Makhova

I have not found my role. To make a whimsical reference to theater, I am auditioning. I know what is expected of me. I have the script. I have yet to make it my own. It’s a hurdle.  It’s a mix of little eccentricities that create the perfect storm.  Everyone takes change differently, and I apparently don’t do well at all.

According to the Myer Briggs personality assessment, I am an ENFP. (Champion). Why would I take such a test? A test may come up once or twice in a lifetime, but I hear about it repeatedly. So I decide to succumb to coincidence and take the test. If you take anything away from this reading, please do remember that to confuse coincidence with fate or signs is to confuse flour with asbestos.  Don’t do it.

While I doubt the validity of the test, I can certainly go for the role of an idealist champion.  I’ll take the liberty to pat myself on the back and go as far as say that I have the gusto, the knack, and the pure Dariya-ness that is necessary for an idealist champion.  What it comes down to is execution. It’s easy to be a beautiful mind. Being able to think means nothing without contribution.  As the good ol’ Russian proverb goes, Аво́сь да как-нибу́дь до добра́ не доведу́т.

What will the idealist champion contribute? Joviality maybe. An interesting dinner conversation for sure. Something that will change the Baruch script as we know it? Maybe.  Too many questions and too many possibilities, which call for action! So stay tuned and take notes. This will be epic.