"Books are the plane, the train, and the road. They are the destination and the journey. They are home," -Anna Quindlen
I recently got a job as a page at the local library. And it's been killing me.
Context, however, is important. It's not an inherently bad job, even though I work 15 hours a week during the school year. It's quiet and low-stress and I can keep to myself. However, I've found that it's not the shelving books part that's hard. It's the duration of the hours and the constant existential crisis it gives me.
I didn't realize how much I feared growing up until I got this job. It fills me with an existential kind of fear that only produces . . . anger. Anger that this is life and that I am growing old. Anger that this is not what I want out of my life. Just, anger.
Hats off to Lauren, my best friend who has never wanted to grow up. You know where it's at.
follow me on instagram @olivia.j.the.wordshaker |
However, enough bitching. Onto what will benefit you, as readers and writers.
The best part of my job is that it's inspiring. As I shelve book after book and absorb the stories around me, it only adds fuel to the fire of me wanting to see my stories on these shelves, my name on a cover. It makes me want to write and get my stories out there to be shelved in libraries all over the world.
So - not that I recommend this - maybe get a job at a library or volunteer to shelve books. It will appease the pensive booklover and also arouse the aspiring writer in you.
~The WordShaker
No comments:
Post a Comment