Monday, March 30, 2015

The Power of a Book, Part 2

I can tell you the exact moment I found my calling.

I was in elementary school and I was at the house of a family friend.  She was doing a storytime for a group of children in our circle and she was reading Joseph and His Coat of Many Colors (based on the biblical story and later the inspiration for the Andrew Lloyd Weber musical.)  Jacob had just given his son the prized gift.  We turn the page to find Joseph turning in his new coat to show off the brilliance of the many colors.

I was completely awed.  Even being so young, I knew what I was feeling was special.  It was as if the sunshine had made a spotlight on myself and Joseph and his coat and I were the only things happening in the world for that minute.  At that very moment all I wanted to do was share this amazing book with everyone I knew and let that feeling spread as far as I could make it.

It would be another two decades before I would be able to put a name to my calling-librarian.  But, books have always been a huge part of my life (see the first part of this series here) and my career has always had me sharing books in some way whether it was as a bookseller, literacy advocate, or librarian. 

I will never forget how heartbroken I was in middle school when my teacher (a nun) clearly reprimanded me that the only people who had callings were nuns and priests.  It was not like me to question a teacher, so she was especially surprised when I asked why people in other professions could be called to their work.  I think even in that moment I was remembering Joseph and the feeling that I knew this book was trying to tell me something so much bigger.  It took me even longer to get over the pain of that reprimand and to realize that she was wrong than it did to figure out that librarian perfectly encompassed everything I was supposed to do in my professional life.

I finally came to terms with it a few years ago (I can be such a slow learner sometimes!).  Sister Helen was wrong.  I don't think she maliciously tried to ruin the hopes and dreams of her students-students I know she loved deeply.  Whether it was training, a misguided mindset, or just a simple misunderstanding, I now know the simple truth.  She was wrong.  And I can prove it.

I agree that priests and nuns are served to call.  No one lightly makes the decision to go into the clergy-especially in today's world.  But that leaves more than 7 billion people on the planet.  If the clergy are the only ones that are called to serve, then does it just not matter what the rest of us do?  Is someone who is a gifted musician that provides millions of people with hope, joy, and comfort just a lucky schmuck who made good?  Is a doctor who saves thousands of lives over the course of a career just a goodhearted nerd who happens to be good at anatomy?  Are the first responders who risk their lives daily so others may live and be safe just adrenaline junkies?

Many people spend a lifetime looking for why they were put on this planet.  I am one of the lucky few who found out early.  It took me awhile to get it exactly right (again, I can be a VERY slow learner), but the sense of fulfillment I get from my work is one of the greatest joys of my life.  I may not always get it perfectly right, but I am making a difference in the best way I can.

Books have given me power and freedom from wondering why I am here.  Many people I know would kill to have the sense of purpose that my career gives me.  As much as I talk about separating myself from my work, the purpose of this year is not to dismiss the gifts it has given me. It is to widen my sense of self and see who I am beyond that calling.  If anything, I am realizing just how closely tied together my self is to my work.  But, work alone is not enough.

Maybe it is greedy.  I have already been given something so special and so much more than most others have.  But, I have to believe that I can only increase the power of my calling by better knowing myself and my strengths.  That by increasing my sphere of interests and people, I can be that much better at providing help and information to others.  And, I am human and deserve some fun!  A burned out Mis is certainly not a productive Mis.  So, the new ventures continue!  And, if I had to put money on it, I would say it is a million to one bet that I am going to find some new books along the way to learn many of the things I try this year!

Friday, March 13, 2015

Getting Back on Track


I have not been in a great place these last few weeks.  Snapping 3 muscles in my calf this week (surprisingly, muscles actually snap like an elastic when tearing) was actually a blessing in disguise because it gave me some time to rest and realize how far off track I am from the wonderful place I started this year.

Torn muscles aside, the last few weeks have been very trying for me.  Someone very close to me is going through a very bad time and needs me.  When you are in the midst of someone else's nightmare, it is so easy to lose yourself.  It is nearly impossible to make time for yourself, find the joy in the little things, and feel free to indulge in activities that will make you truly happy.  

I realized this week that I need to fight for this time more and push myself harder to stay on track because I am not going to be a good listener or example if I get caught up in my loved one's nightmare.  I need to be the person they can lean on, not the person they take down with them.  As much as it feels selfish to still pursue this venture, it is the best thing I can be doing right now.

Work has also gotten me down lately.  Normal politics are running rampant and this is causing me to feel disheartened which is especially bad at this point because my writing and consulting ventures have been going so well.  But truthfully, my heart feels tired and less excited by these ventures because of the drama at work.  It is wearing out my professional zest, and if nothing else, professional zest is what I have defined myself by.

See a trend here?  I am letting outside situations overshadow my efforts and I end up feeling worse in the end for it.  This is not okay. 

So, starting now, I am getting back on track.  This week I have felt called to listen to Playing Big again.  I may just do it once I finish the book I am listening to now.  I have never reread a book so quickly before.  In fact, rereading books is not at all common for me.  But since that feels like the right thing to do, I am going with it.  If nothing else, I am supposed to be listening to what my soul wants this year and that is what it wants.  For now, maybe some zentangles or some computer time, or just a glass of wine and a book.  As long as it feels relaxing and slows down my mind-I'm in!

What are you doing to find some joy this weekend?