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This Week in Fandom (1/24/2020)

This Week’s Reviews

I posted two reviews this week. First up: season two of Matt Groening’s Disenchantment on Netflix (link!) The adventures of Bean, Elfo, and Luci continue in season two, which did what all second seasons should do: improve on season one and leave you wanting more!]\

I also finished Resistance Reborn, Rebecca Roanhorse’s tie-in novel to The Rise of Skywalker. Basically: it was great in every way that a Star Wars novel needs to be. See my review here.

Other Bookish Things

Though the novel primarily follows Poe Dameron and some other Resistance operatives, listening to Resistance Reborn, I was struck by Leia Organa and her place in Star Wars lore. See what I’m talking about in “The Woman Without a Country.”

Currently Reading

Last week I wrote about finishing up The Well of Ascension, book two of the original Mistborn trilogy, as part of my Cosmere reread leading up to book four of The Stormlight Archive in November. This week I’ve leapt into book three, The Hero of Ages. Look for a review soon and some more “Cosmereic Faith” posts too!

Something Else

Each week, I try to breakout of the various fandoms that take up a large majority of my head space and write a bit more generally about life and/or some sort of spirituality. This week I posted a poem I wrote about being an Enneagram Type Nine.

If that last phrase sounded like nonsense to you, the Enneagram is a personal typology with vaguely Eastern spiritual roots that started gaining popularity as it was adapted by some psychologists in the twentieth century. My quick take on why and how the Enneagram can be helpful is that it focuses primarily on motivation rather than on behavior, as opposed perhaps to Meyers-Briggs or other typologies that consider behaviors and mannerisms primarily. It’s a great tool for personal growth, whatever your religious background or persuasion.

I am a Type Nine, often called the Peacemaker. Nines are often more peace keepers than peacemakers, however, as they are driven by the need to avoid. I have a not so nice name for the Type Nine, which I’ll reveal in context in a future post. For now, here’s a poem I wrote about my own aspirations and what might be the aspirations of many Nines out there.

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Enneagram Writings

The Nine Anthem

I’m not gonna settle
Not gonna do the same old thing
‘Til I die.
I want to live.
Breathe.
For as long as I can, yes,
But really live in the meantime.
“Peace” is alluring
But it’s not worth the sacrifice
[But isn’t it?]
It’s not worth the self-contradiction
Or the self-effacement
Or the self-loathing
But there is a life that’s worthy.
Worthy of time.
Of devotion.
Of love.
Of sacrifice–not the sacrifice of the self:
Me–the real me–
But of my self-image
Of the self that is an amalgamation of what Dad was or wasn’t
And what I should or shouldn’t be.
What I have, what I do, what other people say about me.
To settle into a lived existence
An experienced existence
Full of contradiction