Have you ever thought about what you really know about yourself? Well, this summer, on June 21 to be exact, I made a little list, here it is:
I read or write whenever I have the chance, sing at the top of my lungs when I drive alone, analyze everything and overplan. I admire people's habits and learn from them, as well as apply those observations to my own life; I understand what it takes to be a good friend, as well as accept good friendship; I want to succeed, I have a drive, a need, to succeed; I criticize myself too often. Sometimes I need to just calm down and take a minute to breathe. I cannot wait to start a career, get married, settle down, and have children. I am neither a dog nor cat person, I love both equally. I think my Grandpa is the best thing since sliced bread. I love fresh vegetables from my mom's garden. I could watch "The Holiday" a million times and never get tired of it.
I can honestly say that none of those qualities/habits have changed. Ever since I wrote that list, I have been making notes here and there, attempting to come up with a more accurate, more descriptive list, and here is what I, Kelsey Heiter, think, right now at 10:30 p.m. on January 4, 2011:
I crack my knuckles before I write anything serious; I go completely silent when I am truly upset; My life, for the most part, is planned out and organized, but my room is always messy; I love bows, the bigger the better; I am afraid to complain too much or show too many emotions; I love, love, love emails; I am afraid of being alone for too long; Old couples who hold hands melt my heart; I cannot help but stare at babies because they are so cute; I am embarrassed when people sing to/at/around me; I am learning to love myself more than I ever have; I have a dream of living in a big house with a wrap around front porch; I don't like salmon; I love the sound of rain.
That is what I am thinking, right here and now as I type this. What do you know about yourself blogosphere?
-k
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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