You're welcome, KZ, hope it's really useful!
Bones, I hear that.
I am really quite blown away at times by my ability to zoom in on the Ns in a room like a heat-seeking missle.
Ooo, sparkly!
Banter, o boy!
Dazzling chat, must be my type!
O my, how attractive!
Whee!
Wow, the energy in here is so intense!
Yay, drama!
I think it's the Nspots in myself added to my Dances With Ns training...I swear, I feel like Kevin Costner. Ah-wooooooooooooo.
I SPEAK N. I UNDERSTAND the needs of an N, I even take (still) some pleasure in giving supply...and I've got my own shadow-N (observed and absorbed) from being a good little CiNderella for so long.
Mercifully, these days, the little NON-N me, the inner (lower-case) person who's more like Dad (who in addition to Co-D was also kind, and I flatter myself that I am as well, at least basically) ... is quicker to poke her head up these days, smell the smoke (usually a few beats late) and try to get out of the way of the fire.
I get my eyebrows singed regularly from getting too close, but I no longer feel truly blind.
Happy new Year!
Hops