A Sunday throwback post. It is now a little ovrr three years later and I’m still struggling with this. My daughter leaves for college in less than a week. My son has not lived at home for a while. I’m still stuck in my career. I still haven’t figured out what’s next for me.
Or, if I do what I claim I will do in this post, an undefining moment.
I’ve always been someone who said I did not want to be defined by my job. I’m a librarian and I enjoy being a librarian, but I don’t want my life to be defined by my libriarianness and/or my success in the field. Lately, however, I have started to worry too much about my success in the field. I’ve applied for many promotions, transfers, jobs in other library systems over the past few years and have heard nothing but a resounding no. I know that I am good at my job and that I would be good at these new jobs, but the constant rejection is getting me down. I think that I am not exactly letting my job define me as much as letting the people making these decisions define me. I’m letting…
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