Day 12: Describe a typical day in your current life.
On the weekend, I’m either scrambling all over the county to take pictures of events that take place, or (like right now) I sleep in with a clamor of kitties around me and wake up naturally at whatever time I desire. Well, to be honest, that last part about waking up naturally at whatever time? That’s really only happened while I’ve been on vacation. I usually get up around 8 or 9 naturally, get a cup of tea or coffee, get showered and dressed and do my thing. On a lazy day, I’ll journal or read or get sucked into the ocean of ideas that is Pinterest. Or bike, or go walking. Something fun.
On the weekdays, I get up at 7:15 a.m., shit, shower, and shave as my father would say, pack my lunch and meander out the door close to 8/8:15 and walk to work. Then, for eight or so hours, I’m again meandering across the counties and writing articles and taking photos for the paper. Once I’m done with work, I usually just like to spend time to myself to unwind, and deworm the frustrations of the day. I’ll wind up going to my folks house for a while, then come home and mentally prepare for the next day.
Day 13: Describe five weaknesses you have:
- I can’t say no when I really want to say no sometimes. No matter what the request, whether its friends or family or work; whether it disrupts my own schedule or completely puts me out of my comfort zone, I can’t say no.
- I am horrible. HORRIBLE. with my money. Granted I get a small paycheck in the first place, and the things that I usually go off my budget for are necessities like food, cat food, and toiletries, it still fucks up my budget and my ability to pay back people on time.
- I am lazy. There. I said it. I’ve wasted many a Saturday or Sunday not doing jack shit. And you know? At this point in my life I feel like I really deserve them. I go out of my way to work very hard during the week, and I guess we all need a lazy day. Just one, here and there. But I still feel guilty about those lazy days simply because I see myself in the work week saying, “I could’ve used my Saturday to go bike riding, or painting, or walking and I didn’t and now I’m stuck in an office at a desk all week.”
- Marijuana. I’ve used it as a crutch lately to deescalate my anxieties. It makes me relaxed enough to want to step out of my shell and be myself a little bit more, but really its become a bad habit. Too much of a crutch. And I’m hoping to step away from it for a while.
- My excuses. When I don’t want to hang out with friends, I fully admit to using excuses to get out of those hang outs. My anxiety is so real. The thought of having to go to an event with people sometimes startles me into fear and I take that fear and throw it away by throwing that option away. It’s a poor coping mechanism and it needs to be fixed. Simply because I know I am missing great memory-making opportunities with friends and family.