hether you enjoy being different or not, the critical questions are:
The good news is you do not have to put your energy into becoming someone else or trying to be something you are not in order to create good relationships and have a successful career. Your preferences are gifts, and they serve you well most of the time.
Awareness and understanding of personality type alone are just a beginning. Having a laundry list of personality behaviors and being able to identify a person¡¦s personality type will not make you a better communicator.
Millions of people have learned about type. They became intrigued when they finally understood themselves and why they became friends with certain people within seconds while others drove them crazy. But then what?
After identifying your type preferences and those of others, the next step is to ensure your responses work for you and get you heard, rather than work against you.
Responding naturally, keeping true to one¡¦s habitual style, is more expedient and can work in certain situations and with certain people. Responding how you always have will get you what you have always gotten. If you are unhappy with the results and would like to improve your relationships, your career, then consider changing your own responses.
Yes, it takes time and effort to make observations and then consider how to respond differently. The old ways took time and effort too, dealing with stress, conflict, misunderstandings, and the anger that frequently resulted. Repeating the old behaviors will not turn conflict into harmony and enemies into allies.
The story of NeverWas not only gives you new responses, it demonstrates their effectiveness through dialogue and situations.
Excerpt¡XChapter 1
The Birds are Squawking
It was a Wednesday in mid-October, and TJ Easy, the sheriff of NeverWas, had already begun to pick up clues, signifying to him that strange things were happening. He noticed that the air smelled like snow, yet there wasn¡¦t a single cloud in the sky. The birds were chortling like a bunch of school kids during recess on a sunny day. The brook was in an uproar, babbling, desperate to get in some last words before being frozen speechless by the coming winter cold. The signs were all around him.
¡§That zany woman has to be stopped!¡¨ TJ announced to no one in particular, as he slapped the latest edition of the newspaper against his thigh. ¡§Where does Cymbalene get these ideas?¡¨ he muttered, loud enough to be heard by passersby.
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