Hi, I'm new to the Forum, dabbling in Enneagram and new to Tritypes. I know I'm INFP in Jungian type, and understand how that is affected by stress, development, etc.
I used to think I was 4w5. Seemed to fit in the first few decades. Now I wonder about 9w1, but that seems more my mother than me. (Oh-oh!)
I did Rouskyrie's quiz (very interesting!) which gives me 469. 'Seeker' sounds good as a label, SearchingforPeace says many things I relate to.
But where please are the descriptions you guys are referencing? I'd love to read and discover what fits. As I wait I'll carry on exploring (tomorrow, as it's late in this time zone). And if Tritypes are a valid "thing", do they change over time? I know MBTI doesn't, and so I presume Enneagram core type doesn't...
I don't see any mention in *anything* I've read about how age influences type understanding, though I understand healthy vs unhealthy. It *feels* as though I've moved from 4 in my adult years (poetry my main creative outlet) towards 9 in maturity. I saw someone else's post in this thread speaking of wanting to develop more 9 in her tritype, which used to be my aim. 'Balance' was a favourite word though once felt very elusive. Self-control was self-defense. I'm not so sure what I've got is what I expected! But neither does that mean I want to be turbulent again....
If I'm getting the feel of this tritype right (through these posts), you may be interested in a recent poem I've written about the experience of finding balance....
Journal
From a Vineyard shop of long ago,
this cover (soft with amber leather)
holds pages worn in edge and ink.
“… last night beneath the milky way
we swam in the lagoon. The
water slid like silk against my skin
and phosphorescence swirled about…â€
Each day was huge – aglow or gloom:
dark and crashing seas splintered the
bright glory of the sun; we danced
on windswept slopes which yet hid
razor crags and loneliness.
New entries scarce as decades pass,
page on empty page stares back,
watch untroubled days slip by –
“… called Mom tonight, and
heard about her flowers…â€
Not bright, not black. A sheltered sea
lies flat beneath the same old,
same old sunset; sand and seaweed
edge the rise and fall of lifescapes,
crowded with experience worn thin.