After years of picturing and planning the details of possible lives to live in concurence with various attempts at employment, I realized the wisdom of not letting my fancy such free reign.  The disappointment of not getting the job is painful enough without compounding it with the additional spirit-rot of fruitless visions never meant to be.

And though such conclusions may sound a bit like giving up, or at least a ramping down of my natural inclination to thoroughly research and ruminate over possibilities, in actuality it seems a more viable course.  Not only for the sake of saving my tender yet enthusiastic psyche some grief, but also to align oneself with the often tenable logic of adages and cliches in general.  In this case: it usually happens when you least expect it.  Meaning, if I don’t obsessively attend to the complete filling of the proverbial basket with every last egg, maybe I’ll end up having a relaxed, successful meal. Or something.  Cliches are treacherous terrain.

Anyhow, today I was actually and at last offered a position for which I’d only minimally prepared!

So now, I can feel safe and emboldened to muse upon all the very interesting and innovative ways I can approach the tasks of a school librarian, and actually see to the doing of all envisioned projects.  I like the change very much.

Also, I look forward to the work and think it is a proper fit for my framing of the world.  I am drawn to the foundations of all things and matters.  And what better place to explore and observe the truth and power and hope existing at the roots, than an elementary school?  And I do so love to read aloud.