Who is KR?

Upon scrolling around my website and sorting through my blog drafts, I found myself stuck on this one. Who is KR?

KR is actually a nickname given to me by my dad when I was a little girl, but the question currently seems suspended--hovering without a definite answer. 

Nothing like a good old fashioned mid-thirties identity crisis to cap off your night. I'm such a cliche. 

I think identity crises are much more productive in your twenties. At least then you have the energy and naiveté to believe in change. To actually create change. To improve.  

Okay, I'm not really that much of a downer, but I'm really, really tired. It's not even 10:00 at night and I'm already considering heading to bed. The reality is, though, I'm tired almost all the time. And, because of that, my mind is perpetually unclear. 

That's how I find myself turning question marks into actual questions. 

I'm currently trying to work on a project, and this is when I tend to distract myself the most, typically with inane bullshit.

Sometimes I just get in my head and rattle things around, hoping to make enough noise to wake myself up. But all that ends up happening is that I get flustered and overwhelmed with too many thoughts and I shut down. 

Either that, or I watch a few episodes of The X-Files or True Blood, gap out on Twitter or Etsy or, if I'm at least partially coherent, I'll sit in bed and read. 

Maybe going to bed early isn't such a bad idea after all. I can sense my negative voice trying get a word in here and there and I'm really not into listening.

Perhaps tomorrow will bring clarity but, if not, that's okay. I know for sure that it will bring coffee.