A pretty new journal, its crisp pages ready for words and ideas, is the promise of possibility.
It is a book that has yet to be written, a story that has yet to be shared.
There is no tension or drama; there is only hope.
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Librarian
I’m a teacher, but now I’m also a librarian.
I took a leave of absence a year ago, and have been doing some casual work since. Until recently, I was only on the substitute list for teaching. But I also have experience with office work (so I asked to be added to the admin. assistant list), and I have always thought I would love being a librarian (and so I also asked to be added to that list).
For a few weeks, I am now a part-time librarian. I spend a few hours a day in a quiet room filled with books.
This makes me very happy.
Not at Bedtime Stories
I’ve never much been one for bedtime stories.
By the time bedtime arrived, especially when my kids were small, reading a book was more of a chore than a sweet nighttime routine. I was always exhausted and as ready for bed as they were.
Besides, reading books in our house always meant questions. My children engage in books – and for that I am grateful – but this has never allowed for a quiet story before sleep.
Earlier in the day though, I am happy to read. With children now aged 8 and 10, I am incredibly thankful that they still enjoy having an occasional book read to them.
Plus now, they sometimes read them to me.
Sitting
Sitting down can be a welcome relief.
As I often do in the evening, I grabbed my book, a few cushions, and a throw and tucked into the couch for an hour of quiet. This is all the more satisfying knowing I have had a productive day: The final coat on the doors is done, more deck has been stained, and the house is slowly returning to a state of order (having two little tornadoes living in the house wreaks havoc on order!).
In the morning, more things will need to be done. But for now, I enjoy the simple joy of sitting.
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