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Things I Would Rather Be Doing

  1. Pinning recipes for awesome healthy stuff.
  2. Sleeping.
  3. Reading a book I actually want to read.
  4. Sleeping.
  5. My regular assignments so I can actually be caught up and on time with those…for once.
  6. Sleeping.
  7. Doing yoga.
  8. Sleeping.
  9. Writing an in-depth and thoughtful blog post.
  10. Sleeping.

Things I have to do:

  1. Finish putting together this presentation on Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Things I don’t want to do:

  1. Finish putting together this presentation on Ralph Waldo Emerson.

You see my dilemma.


Out of Order


Three of the library’s staff members have been rendered almost completely useless by their upcoming nuptials.

The girl in the periodicals department got engaged over Christmas and is getting married in August. She’s moving to Switzerland immediately after her wedding, and will be traveling with a missions team in the months leading up to the wedding. she has about six weeks to prepare for both her wedding and the move to another country.

I got engaged as soon as the semester started. I’m starting a new job two days after the semester ends. In the meanwhile I’m trying to stay on top of grades and not freak out about wedding things too much. Ha. Ha ha ha. In 86 days and 10 hours, I will become a Mrs.

This weekend, the girl in charge of interlibrary loans got engaged. She was originally planning to get married in September, but plane tickets her sister needs to fly in from Papua New Guinea will be cheaper in May, so she’s throwing her wedding together over the course of 52 days.

We cannot focus on work. We have tried. But it’s a challenge.

But we’re too happy to notice much.



There are two responses to an open door: walk through it, or don’t.

Every once in a while, along comes an opportunity. What tends to happen in college, especially late college, is an uptick in the number of opportunities. Maybe it’s because everyone is asking us “What on earth are you doing after you graduate?” and the answer hidden in the subtext of our memorized reply speeches is “I have no idea.”

From what I’ve gathered, people rarely end up doing the thing they set out to do. Aspiring artists become missionaries. Aspiring English professors become safety auditors. Life almost never takes the course we plan for it, but a better one, and that’s what makes life beautiful.

Every so often, opportunity knocks. And you open the door and decide if you’re going to change the course of your life. Changing course doesn’t happen in one decision. It happens in five decisions, or even a thousand little tiny decisions. Sometimes a decision as simple and ordinary as walking to the right or walking to the left.

It’s the little decisions that determine who we meet, where we go, what we encounter, what subtle influences sway our minds to the bigger decisions: the jobs we take, the cities we move to, the people we marry. Even how we choose to spend the afternoon is important. How quickly we work. How slowly.

There are infinite possibilities, but only one ultimate outcome.

And we agonize over which choice is “right” and which is “wrong.”

The simple answer, of course, is “to do what God wants,” but how vague is that?

Here’s what He wants: he wants us to love Him and to love others. He wants us to spread the Gospel. He wants us to do unto others as we would have done to us. He wants wives to submit to their husbands and husbands to love their wives. He wants us to be holy as He is holy. He wants us to forsake our creature comforts to follow Him. He wants us to remember that we’re not here to build kingdoms on this planet, in this world. He’ll do that for us in His own good time, but our job is to remember that earth is not our home.

He doesn’t give us a mystical experience that tells us our specific path in life. But He does promise us that He’ll give us the desires of our hearts. That means He grants the desires He gives. He also gives the desires.

Walk close to Him, follow His law, bear His easy yoke, Allow yourself to be loved by God and love Him back. This friendship is the best there is or could possibly be. And since He’s promised to give you the desires you’re supposed to have when you walk with Him, you’ll know exactly where to go.

And then the doors start opening.

And you start walking through.

And if you have the opportunity to go to bed early…always take it.

No Time to Say Hello–Goodbye!


Guess what, guys?

No, guess. Just guess. C’mon, humor me.

It’s FRIDAY! The happiest day of the week.

I spent the whole evening eating food. Lots and lots of food. No dessert, sadly, which is unfortunate. I decided to go on a sugar fast right at the beginning of Baking Season and suddenly my dietary choices feel like an episode of Survivor.

After eating a lot of food (a lot a lot of food), I went and introverted for several hours and got ahead–that’s right, ahead–on homework for the weekend.

I’m a little sad that I got so distracted by Mrs. Dalloway (and Angry Birds) that I don’t have time to write this hilariously funny post that occurred to me while I was at the party earlier. Maybe tomorrow.

It’s Friday, folks. Party in your hearts, and have a glorious Saturday.

A Little Bit of Both


 The apartment is great, but it’s got its downsides. Well, the apartment itself doesn’t have downsides, since it’s not a dorm room and anything it throws at me will pale in comparison to the challenges of a shoebox dormitory room. 

I have little to no cell service in my apartment. This is the fault of my service provider, not the apartment. 

The power went out twice in a row tonight. I’ll assume that’s a fluke. 

The air conditioner is loud. But, hey, it gets this place chilly. 

Very…enthusiastic neighbors upstairs. And the walls are thin enough to hear the neighbors’ alarms go off in the morning. And to hear their phones vibrate. Still, it beats the sound of girls screaming and running up and down the hall. 

Sometimes the shower water gets really warm. Sometimes it hovers right above lukewarm. But it never gets downright cold somewhere around 10:45, which is when I’d take a shower in the dorms…right after everyone else had used up all the hot water. 

But that’s all. Those are the only disadvantages I can think of. This place is awesome. I’m not here much these days, but it’s a wonderful place to rest my head at night, and I’m very, very grateful for it. 


The New Saturday


Oh, so Saturday doesn’t mean sleeping in anymore? I’m cool with that. I get more done, anyway. 

Oh, and I need to be social? During the day? Hmm. Okay, I can handle that. That…that could be fun. Yeah. Fun. 

Shopping. Shopping on Saturdays. That’s a thing I could get used to. In small amounts at bargain prices. 

I’m still not going to the dining common on Saturday. That’s just too much. Especially now that I drive there, instead of walking. I might walk there for lunch when fall gets here. 

And I can’t spend all day cleaning. There’s homework to do, now. And plenty of it. 

But Saturdays are more than just curling up in a chair and reading, now. They’re more than that. It can be an active day, and I will survive.

Things got done. Good enough for me. 

Three Days Down


So far, grad school is awesome. 

There aren’t any of the superfluous meetings I had in undergrad. I’m not in the dorm, so I have peace and quiet in the evenings. I’m only taking a few classes that I love in stead of a lot of classes that are so-so. I get to work most of the day every day, which gives me plenty to do and keeps my bank account healthy, if trim. 

There are a ton of projects. Oh my goodness, so many projects. But they’re fun projects, so I’m not sure how stressed out I should allow myself to be about them. 

So far the story of my life is peace and quiet and books and other wonderful things. I have no reason to complain. 

Knowing me, I’ll find something. 

What a Librarian Really Does

  1. Finds obscure bits of information. 
  2. Stares at absurd amounts of barcodes.
  3. Wears ten sweaters at once because the library temperature is kept at sub-zero so mold won’t grow on the books. 
  4. Logs on to computers. All day. 
  5. Explains modern technology to people who grew up with typewriters, all the while secretly envying them.
  6. Puts together parties. Nobody knows how to party like a librarian knows how to party. 
  7. Moves furniture. 
  8. Transfers calls from one office tot he other with mixed success.
  9. Sanitizes dehumidifiers. 
  10. Runs to the freezer for ice packs. Don’t ask. 



In order to make time slow down, I will reflect on things that somehow got accomplished this week. 

  1. Ran four miles, total. 
  2. Went without coffee for three days and counting without a single headache. 
  3. Made a movie trailer. 
  4. Moved (sort of) smoothly from reverse warrior pose to triangle pose to extended tree pose to warrior three. 
  5. Finished summer inventory at the library. 
  6. Cooked me some super awesome chicken. 
  7. Cut waaaaaaaaaay back on sweets. 
  8. Socialized. Of my own free will. Several times.  
  9. Started writing a short story. 
  10. And I’m one chapter away from finishing the one novel I’ve had time to read this summer. 

I’ve got a week to go. i wonder what else I can do. 

Dear Time


I never said you could accelerate. You do not have my blessing to be moving as quickly as you’ve been moving these last several weeks. 

Just stop. I want to enjoy this. This phase of the adventure is pretty stinkin’ awesome, and I don’t want to miss a bit of it. 

So stop being a brat. Hold your horses. You’ve never galloped this fast before, and I won’t have it. I will not let the days run together. every day is unique and brilliant–as unique and brilliant as the people in it. You won’t trick me by blurring them together, by making me wish them away. 


I refuse. 

Good day, sir. 



Straight Talk


All right. Here’s the deal.

I am no longer 18. I just need to own up to this fact and start going to bed earlier.

Fact is, I just can’t do the whole six-hours-of-sleep only thing. I just. Can’t. I nearly fell asleep while typing in barcodes today. I was staring at a screen and everything. I was even sipping caffeinated tea. But it just wasn’t enough.

That said, it’s still summer. And I’m going to sleep while the sleeping’s good.

Good night.



I’m in a dangerous line of work for a book worm. I work in a library.

I’m not sure if that makes me a librarian. I think you need a degree to earn that title, which is a degree I’m not planning on getting, at least for the time being. Just for fun, let’s call me a librarian. Yes, let’s.

My job is to find all the things. The missing things. The found things that got lost and wandered into the wrong place. The things that decided to be tricksy and stand in the wrong order in line.

I also make lists of things. I make lists of the things that are really, really lost and don’t seem to want to come home. I give this list to my supervisor at some point.

At some point.

But in the process of looking for the little lost books, I get…distracted. Perhaps this is a rookie mistake. But especially when I’m wandering through the section of kid’s books or health books or cook books or psychology books or knitting books I…well I have trouble. Their covers are so enticing. Their back-cover information so fascinating. Their tables of contents so juicy, I want to take a bite.

But I can’t. I have to persevere and ignore my hyperactive imagination, rubbing my hands together to ward off the frostbite in those meat-locker temperatures. I think about call numbers and barcodes. Nothing shuts my imagination down like a number.  

Nevertheless, I came home with a huge stack of books yesterday. One of the job’s perks is that we get first pick. If we see something we like, we get to take it with us and check it out to ourselves, stamp it ourselves, and wish ourselves a nice day without having to go through a mediator. It’s like shopping, but everything is free. You just have to bring it back when you’re done with it.

But the stack will grow. And that’s what I’m worried about. 

Let It Begin


There aren’t any books on my bookshelves, but the kitchen is organized and clean. There’s even shelf paper in the cabinets. I even have things to put on top of the shelf paper: brightly colored dishes and brand-new drinking glasses, as well as food and mugs and boxes of tea and coffee filters.

I unloaded the two boxes of cookware that I’d saved from my late grandparents’ kitchen. It was a bit like Christmas, finding all the things I needed in those oversized cardboard moving boxes. Stoneware mixing bowls, vintage spatulas and mixing spoons, even a crockery pot to keep them in. There were baking dishes, pots, and glory hallelujah, there were two pie plates. My grandmother’s massive turquoise-green mixing bowl now adorns their dining room table, filled with our collection of fruit and sitting atop a brightly colored placemat. My grandmother would be so pleased.

I’m playing big band music in the living room, just for her.

I haven’t put my clothes away, but I managed to make my bed. The kitchen took longer than I’d planned. Of course, when I made my bed I realized I’d forgotten to bring my pillow. I always forget to bring my pillow.

We’ve got a coffee table with matching end tables. There’s a futon and a floor lamp. We’ll have shelves soon, once I put the kit together. Except for the bare walls, it almost looks like a home. Needs more color. Pillows and throws will do the trick. It’s beautiful, small, and homey. I love it.

My roommate’s out for the evening, and a strangeness fills my mind. Not quite loneliness, but I’m not sure what it is. I’m looking around at everything and I’m wondering what the future hold, and what my younger self would have thought of this.

Now “Moon River” is playing from the speaker on the end table, and I know I’m not alone, nor will I ever be.

It’s not easy to be excited, and it’s even harder not to be apprehensive about this whole “adulthood” thing. But regardless, I’m content. I know I’m where I ought to be.

And that’s enough. 

Good Start


Here’s what I didn’t do today:

Blow up my place of employment through some tragic misstep originating from my typical first-day-of-anything nervousness.

Here’s what I did do today:

Spent hours hunting for missing books.

All in all, I’d say it was a pretty good day. I found some of those lost books. And I got to handle books printed in the 1800’s. I even got to smell them.

I barely spoke all day long. Of course, people asked me how my journeys have been this past month. And there was a lovely conversation about Doctor Who and Thor (mostly Loki but disguised as a Thor conversation–fangirls, you know how it goes).

I visited my apartment, into which I’ll be moving this week. Here’s hoping I’m settled in by Saturday. Settled enough to go buy groceries, anyway.

And I managed to avoid sugar all day long. except for that slice of cheesecake. Okay. so I didn’t avoid sugar.

But tomorrow is another day.