Here’s looking at you, Pig

I recently participated in a personality test / ice breaker at a mandatory team-building workshop where we were all asked to draw a pig on a piece of paper.  Drawing?  My kind of activity!  We were given only a minute or two to draw.  It wasn’t really supposed to be an artistic activity, so more time was spent talking about pigs than drawing them.  Still, I really enjoyed the activity.  Not just because of drawing, but because of what my pig drawing revealed about me.


Pretty pleased with my pig.


I won’t give it all away, in case you want to try this personality test yourself.  Here’s a website that has the activity instructions as well as how to assess your drawing to find out what it says about your personality.

Was the test accurate?  Sure.  While I don’t feel like I learned anything new about myself, it was a fun to be reminded who I was, some of my typical behaviors and tendencies, and fun to know that those elements are expressed in the things I do.  Including drawing a pig.

Now, there were all kinds of people drawing pigs during this activity, ranging from all levels of personality, skill, and artistic ability.  What I mean to stress here is that some people had zero artistic ability.  Nevertheless, the way that they drew their pig said something about them.  So really, this test is for anyone and everyone.  There were all kinds of pigs drawn that day: bodiless, faceless, tailless… some ridiculously detailed, some so tiny, or hardly visible… some not even resembling an actual pig.  It was fun to see what others drew up, and see the self-realization come across their faces as the results were announced.

After the exercise ended, I continued doodling.  I imagined who the people might that would’ve come up with some really crazy versions of pigs, and what the more complex nuances of their interpretation would’ve said about their personalities.  Cruel?  Isolated?  Hungry?

Give it a whirl.  What does your pig say about you?  Is it true?

Moments of Zen

So important these days to make sure I’m not turning into a stress-bot.  It’s not easy, but it takes little reminders.  I used to think that if I took up smoking I might actually take more breaks and get outside more.  First try other things, I guess.  An alarm on my phone that I set to tell me to stretch.  Post-it notes-to-self to breathe.  Not the most innovative or effective ideas.  But better than nothing. The other day I looked down from my computer screen to a couple of goofball things at my desk.  It was enough to distract me for a second and make me laugh a little.  A sigh.  A smile.  A break!  Some perspective to keep me from the crazy of work.  A little moment of Zen.  Definitely better than nothing.  And it was enough to make me snap out of it, shake off some seriousness, and step away from my desk.

Take more breaks.  They’re pretty great, and generally underrated.  Whether full-on escapes from the cubicle, or just a second to close your eyes and let your mind chill, it’ll make for a better you in the long run.  Be open to a little distraction.  Only take up smoking to get outside as a last resort.