I spent the summer trying to preach the importance of Finding Your Voice, and now that September is here and I’m transitioning into a new day-to-day routine, I’m pushing myself to prioritize documenting who I am right now. Along with 30 Days of Lists, Week in the Life, and some other documentation projects, I think it’s important to just sit and write about yourself — get all those thoughts and feelings out of your head.
While I was laying in bed last week with a fever, I was playing around on the internet and came across this list of 50 questions to ask yourself. I’m a sucker for talking about myself through questions, so I thought this would be a fun introspective way to kick off the fall.
K, Kris, my cute cat-based life form alter-ego is named Kitty. Obviously rukristin (pronounced r-u-kristin) is also on the list, but that’s more of an online nickname — its a bit of a mouthful when it’s said out loud.
All the time on my scrapbook pages. Lots of thin lines. Geometric patterns. Little clusters of dots. Almost always with a black felt tipped pen.
Throughout my childhood and even up until the middle of college I was terrible at sleeping. I had the hardest time falling asleep, and it was a very serious stress on my life. Since then I’ve gotten my sleep routine down to an art, and I generally don’t have trouble falling asleep whatsoever.
About 30 minutes before sleep time I take a melatonin pill (which also helps to keep from waking up in the middle of the night with a cluster headache). I make a list of the things I need to do tomorrow. It really helps me to get all of the worries out on paper and know that I can wake up and everything I need to remember is already written down for me. I then put on my soft eye mask and stick in noise-cancelling headphones. To fall asleep I listen to audiobooks — mostly the Harry Potter series.
I’m not sure. I was thinking about this a few weeks ago when I was watching Orange is the New Black. I think if I had a way to tell myself stories, or write down stories then I would last a lot longer. I don’t really mind being by myself — but I really really hate being told what to do.
Save them, obviously. Depending on what they’re for I’ll either store them in a box (like for my 21st birthday party); or if they’re pretty I’ll display them on my shelf or put them into my Project Life album.
Sneak in quietly. Find a corner. Watch people. Maybe have a conversation with one or two people. I’m a class-A introvert, parties suck the life out of me.
Intuition. Does that count? If not — then sight. I like to be able to see things.
I think I would give up smell. I don’t think I need that one as much as the others.
That ‘adulthood’ was a real thing.
Twilight audiobooks. Or Wild Cherry Pepsi.
Jeffrey. He buys me cute little presents all the time. He makes me feel special when I’m not expecting it.
NY Times magazine on Sundays during football. And whatever articles j puts aside for me. To be completely honest, my arms are tiny and holding the paper is really uncomfortable. I’d rather read my news on the internet.
Animals that have x, y, and z axis movement (the jumping and flying kind). It makes their movements so much harder to predict, and it creeps me the hell out.
Engage it head on. I cannot avoid conflict. If conflict exists I need to resolve it. Unsettled conflict eats at my soul and tears me apart like nothing else.
I could spend hours reading @rukristin‘s blog. Hours.
— Justine (@justinesayss) August 10, 2013
Yes and no. I know what I like, so I tend to gravitate towards those things; but I crave knowledge and adventure so I have to branch out in order to fulfill those needs.
Emotionally: yes. In all other ways, no.
Driving home from New England a few weeks ago. I was on my 900th mile of driving in three days. I pulled off at a rest stop and just kind of laid there and cried for a little while. I really underestimated the toll it would take on me both physically and emotionally.
If we’re talking just physical — this May I took a hike with my dad. The first 1000 feet had a 18% incline, it was practically rock/stair climbing. It mellowed out a bit after that; but man was that seriously difficult.
Just a few close friends. I like close relationships. I’m an emotional person and too many people being too many emotions to the table and it gets overwhelming.
It depends on the day. :)
Chicken Pox as a 21 year old. It was awful and incredibly painful and it makes me upset to even think about it. The chicken pox were everywhere. I never realized how painful it could be to be a woman until I had chicken pox. everywhere.
How things fit together. What parts fit with what other parts and how I can change them around to fit with even more parts. Although generational + cultural critical theory is up there too.