ISTJ – Independence

Introversion+Sensing+Thinking+Judging

These four letters are just the threshold for getting to know yourself or someone who identifies as ISTJ. Known as planners, these folks are by far the champions of organization and preparedness. ISTJ’s are experts at bringing uncertainty to the lowest percentage.

The word introversion provides insight into the quiet, contemplative side of their nature. However, the word independence could be a substitution as ISTJ’s are capable of going it alone in most social situations. Why? There’s a DIY component built-in. Sure, the norm for humans is to work in some sort of socialized group. An ISTJ probably has tried over time to join in, however, if the group becomes muddled in personalities rather than tasks, the ISTJ may decide to fade away. If persons with whom they interact demonstrate a lack of response twice, it’s time to move on. The ISTJ know doubt has acted with sincerity and interest. They don’t often attempt a connection so if it’s ignored, so too will be the person in the future. ISTJ’s have great memories for who can be relied upon for making connections. A pattern will emerge. These patterns become the ISTJ’s plan book for how to navigate social connections.

The dislike of a fuss is a common trait. It’s not conflict avoidance, rather a need to not put energy into creating conflicts. ISTJ’s are great at giving others their space. Do what is best for you is a common belief, however, leave me out of whatever it is you are doing! It’s not conflict avoidant. It’s not that they don’t care. It’s your thing, ISTJ’s give you that space and won’t interfere. They’re not distant or uninvolved, it’s your thing.

So much of human interaction is based on the need to be noticed, belong, and fit in. Many actions or words by others may simply be a way to gain a reaction or attention from another. It’s a ploy to be noticed. ISTJ’s are superior at reading patterns into actions so when the perception is that needs are not being heard or will not be met, why stay?

ISTJ’s have the ability to walk into most situations on their own. They’re at their best in small groups or when a few people are involved. In fact, those who have developed and accept their ISTJ traits find themselves comfortable on their own. For instance, they can take in a movie, go for a walk, travel local or international, and live quite happily solo. Why? An innate sense of balance and the lesser need for public recognition or validation with their actions. An innate need for a quiet, orderly life is outside the norm for the U.S. culture. When it takes two or more to do anything, there can be a compromise, but often, there may be a sense of domination happening which will turn off the ISTJ.

At the workplace, they are the best at composing short, directive messages asking for a colleague to contribute something to a joint task. If there’s no response, a follow up may be sent highlighting the task. The same follow up will be vocalized in group meetings as well. If nothing still comes back, they may attempt to go around as the source isn’t cooperating. Should this experience repeat itself, the ISTJ may react adversely. They will examine the message, review the different ways the task has been communicated, and wonder at the competence of the receiver. It’s a task, respond, and move on. A workplace where it’s the norm to get ahead or get by because of kowtowing to the brass won’t make a happy environment. A workplace where it’s common to spend hours of work time socializing will feel like a dead end. ISTJ’s are champions at separating work from personal life and do not often cross the two. Coworkers who have the reverse pattern and bring in every sticky issue on the home front will cause ISTJ’s toes to curl up in their shoes.

ISTJ’s are polite, content, and comfortable within their space. They don’t bore others with unnecessary small talk. When asked about interests, it may be surprised how rich and varied is their private life. They may seem serious or mellow. However, it’s just how that shoe fits.  ISTJ’s are task-oriented, genuine, and dependable.

 

Inside ISTJ ~ Saturday Insight

By personality type, I am categorized as an ISTJ. Meyers Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) offers 16 different types of which ISTJ are a minority. The letters stand for: Introversion, Sensing, Thinking and Judging. The way I interact in general is to quietly observe what is taking place using all of my senses. The senses feed into the mind to process what is occurring. The situation is often matched to a pattern of known behaviors, and a determination is made on whether to accept or not, what is being observed.

Contemplative

ISTJ’s are cerebral and cultivate over time a tendency to pause and reflect in almost every interaction. When a decision needs to be made on something like what to make for dinner. Consideration is given to what is in the kitchen pantry. How much time there may be to create the meal. And, can this meal be extended to several servings. Naturally frugal, this ISTJ knows how to enjoy flavorful, filing and nutritious meals prepared with what is in the cupboard, fridge or backyard garden. Over time, I’ve developed a talent for making something wonderful out of a handful of ingredients on hand.

Economy is an ISTJ watchword

My first encounter with Meyers Briggs type analysis was at a workshop on the complexity of staff in office environments. By knowing your type, it may help create understanding about how we all have a unique perspective on relations with others. At the least, the attendees were educated to their preferences and may learn to reflect when encountering behaviors and attitudes that seem confounding. Why is this person being so xxx! MBTI may provide insight and help to avoid blunders.

Routines Rule

As an ISTJ, I enjoy routines. Daily rituals are crafted over time and become sources of comfort. This Saturday was passed as so many Saturdays before. They start out great as I don’t have to get up with an alarm clock. I let the sunlight rouse me out of a good sleep in. After a yummy eggs and ham breakfast, morning to midday is devoted to house cleaning and laundry. Some where along the way it became important to air out blankets and rugs while rooms are dusted and vacuumed. I love watching the bits of cat hair, crumbs and “stuff” float out in the open air. Even if it’s raining, windy or snowing like crazy, I still have to shake things out. If it cannot happen, I feel itchy until it does.

Lunch is a protein meal replacement drink. Tasty, quick and nutritious. Afternoons can be time for small errands to the market. Or, tidying up the basement. On balmy days, it’s two loads of wash out in the sun to dry. This ISTJ is super frugal and loves to let the sun and air dry clothing out on the line. I love to open doors and windows when possible to let the air flow all through the house.

Quiet is Queen

As it’s mid February and the week was busy with social activity after work every day, today was planned for the least amount of people interaction as possible. Introverts need downtime to recharge and balance. The work load has been heavy for months and will increase with demands until mid May. Monday and Thursday after work I swam in the local health club pool. I was lucky and had the pool practically to myself. Only one other swimmer doing laps. Bliss! Tuesday I had an acupuncture treatment at 4:30 p.m. Wednesday was writing group meet up. Friday was an unusual community meditation event. I’ve practiced meditation for years and once in a while, venture out to a group experience.

A Path Goes Round

After lunch, I did an errand run that moved in a local small circular route to market, apple orchard, gas-up and home. Maybe I was out for an hour. Always, things are done with an eye on the path of least resistance and waste. These errands provided needed foods and supported local agriculture. It matters a lot where my foods come from. Maybe I am a bit of a foodie. But, to me it’s eat well to live well. But, also it was done with efficiency and best cost for products.

Relax and Restore

I do stop toiling away at chores by 3 p.m. Time to put the feet up for tea, cookie, fruit and yoghurt. I love this break.  It’s more like a mini meal and a chance to cool down after so much activity. Around 4 p.m., I usually bath and try to relax and read a little. Or, get the clothes in from the line. By 6 p.m. I should be done, really done with chores. However, I enjoyed every one. As I live by myself with two beautiful house cats. We enjoy a quiet, orderly life. They understand what Mom’s up to and know when to retreat until something is complete.

Saturday nights, I tend to wash my hair. Enjoy a homemade pizza. Catch up on my favorite you tube channel or enjoy some reading. I go to bed when I am tired, sometime between 8 and 9 p.m. I need my rest. I need to be cozy in a warm clean bed. I need to be quiet with my cats surrounded by my home all day. I need to be alone to be well. The fact that I didn’t talk with anyone at all was a blessing.

Stella & Tesoro

Today, it was very cold outside so I took the time to compose this article. I love to write. I love this blog. If I didn’t have to work to pay the bills, and that’s what work is, a means to live, I’d write every day. I’d tend my yard everyday. I’d be happy and content on my own with small things to do each day.

What does an ISTJ women look like? In the public domain, consider Condoleezza Rice, Former United States Secretary of State. In fiction, Elinor Dashwood from Jane Austen’s, “Sense and Sensibility.”

Saturday with an average ISTJ.

Monday at Home

The big yellow machine that clears sidewalks in town after a snow storm just finished plowing on Cross Street. Stellina hopped into my lap. Her eyes are vivid gold/green in her grey face. Her ears are soft and feel cold. A big oil tanker moved quickly down the road. It must be empty to move so fast. A man just whizzed by on a bicycle! It’s around 20 F under a brilliant blue cloudless sky. Lunch is over and we settle in to write.

I am thankful for the day off. 12:12 p.m. Normally, I’d be getting back to my desk after a little yoga on the lunch hour. Escape, the escape would be over and back to the grind I would be. When I was a teenager, I understood that office work was not for me. The idea of being trapped inside with a bunch of people all day sounded terrible. I had to take an office job when I was in my late 30’s. Why? Pay rent, pay bills, why else?

I’ve managed to stay quite friendly with a few colleagues from that job in Sturbridge. Regular work folks are fine. Brushes with the C suite happened. They were the ones to duck and dodge. Why? It wasn’t clear back then. Many years and several moves around showed me the other side. Yes, best to duck and dodge, nuf said!

It’s hard for quiet people to be who they are. All my life, I enjoyed most the quiet days with no other person around. I love to cook, love to walk and listen to music. Nobody else, except the cats of course. Cats are still around. Stellina gave a big kitty sigh and is trying to snuggle in for the rest of the all day nap.

All I need to be settled is a good book, warm slippers and a cup of tea. All I need to be happy is hearing the creak of the radiator as the heat comes on. All is well to feed the birds everyday. A walk outside when it’s above 30 I’ll do, but I am getting too old for less than. I could have done a burn today. The brush pile is huge. I have the permit but a stiff occasional wind and the cold keep me inside. It can wait.

The papers are coming together. By next week, I ought to have what I need to find a lawyer. It’s about time I made a will. I know what I want to do, just need to get the task ready. Three days of chores, errands and quiet. Three days to do and do not as Yoda would say. A deep sleep in Saturday. All the recycled stuff out. A big tomato soup cooked. Yoga to do in an hour. I liked it yesterday. I felt good! Tomorrow, we’ll have a swim late in the afternoon. Gotta keep moving.

I miss this blog. I miss having stories to write and playing around with the posting. A day to be quiet means everything. Already, I feel the gathering tensions of having to get up, get ready and tolerate, simply tolerate the day until it’s over. See, I work to live. I am worn out thinking it’ll work out. They’re empty. They don’t care. It’s mostly a big fake show of getting along. No matter how big or small the work place, I was right, the office shenanigans ain’t for me.

Never mind. Enjoy the day, tidy up the closet. There goes that guy again in the other direction, whizzing along on his bike! Wow he’s getting his exercise in. This what I see out my front window. There goes the Sherman Oil truck, two! A second one is headed out. Lunch hour must be over and heat’s gotta work today.

To be continued…