Yesterday I bought a bonsai. I’ve been waiting years to have one–nearly since I have heard of them. My bonsai is not one long cultivated by a master gardener and sold for hundreds of dollars. Mine came in a little porcelain dish from my local Lowe’s store for $22.98. The 20-something woman watering all the plants said she had always wanted one too. The checkout lady admired it thinking it was a gift.
“No,” I said. “It is for me.”
Like the genuine and respectable Enneagram 5 personality type that I am, the Investigator or Analyzer, over time I’ve studied the art of bonsai thoroughly. I’ve checked out books from the library, visited several Japanese gardens, drooled over these intricate shapes at numerous horticultural events and landscape stores. I even took a bonsai class and purchased bonsai pruning shears–but alas–no bonsai for me…until yesterday.
It’s likely my Enneagram 4-wing, the…
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