My cube gets blown away

Was in a particularly reflective mood today. Dont know why but I think it has something to do with Autumn and the feeling of things coming to an end like the summer. Its been an amazing year but the older you get the faster years seem to pass by.

A while ago my mum put me through the ‘cube’ personality test. It goes something like this:

You are walking alone in the desert and you come across a cube (now fill in your own answers to the following questions):

1) How big is the cube?
2) What colour is the cube?
3) How does that colour make you feel?
4) Can you see inside the cube?
5) How big is the cube compared to the desert?

You see a ladder,

1) Is the ladder leaning on the cube?
2) What colour is the ladder?
3) What is the distance between the ladder and the cube?

You see a horse,

4)  What is the distance between the horse and the cube?
5) What colour is the horse?
6) Is the horse tied up or roaming freely?
7) Is the horse wearing a saddle?

There is a storm,

1) What is the distance between the storm and the cube?
2) Is the size of the storm big or small?
3) Is the storm passing by or staying in place?
4) Is the storm violent thunder and lightning or calm and light rain?

You see a flower,

1) Is there only one flower or many?
2) Where is the flower, what is it next to?
3) What colour is the flower?

Finished?
Well the cube is you and how you see yourself (and the size of your ego)
The ladder represents your friends
The horse is your lover
The storm is disruptions to your life and the consequences.
The flower represents your children.

I took the test before I had children but my main concern, once I found out what it all meant, was that my cube rolled away when the storm came and it completely disappeared from the desert. The horse got frightened and ran away, the ladder fell off the cube because it rolled away. I cant  remember what happened to the flower. Apparently this means I have a high sense of mortality – but surely everyone does? Also when I took the test I assumed people would roughly have the same results, but my Mum, unlike me, had  a huge cube that stayed despite the storm.

Finally, my horse was like a horse I used to ride – my favourite – big brown, lovable but with a small brain…..need I say more!!

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