It has finally happened. I am a full-grown, all-the-time adult. For one, I haven't felt young for a while now but I also haven't felt adult-like, just somewhere in the middle at a transitional spot.
But I now feel like I have transitioned. Yesterday I went to my first school visit of the Summer Reading Program season. It was an all day event where I spoke to a group of kids every class period. Therefore, I was faced with a lot of chitchat time with the school media specialists and teachers. That part of the job normally makes me very nervous and is pretty miserable for me. I hate needing to carry conversations with people I don't know. But yesterday I had zero problems.
Topics we spoke about:
* Selling a house
* Buying a house
* Realators in general and whether they are needed
* Home repair
* Shuttling children around to their events
* Breastfeeding
* Babies
* Saving money to travel for family vacations
* Airplane crashes
* Insurance
* Immaturity of Freshman
* Fellow librarians that we all know in our business network
* Job hunting
* Good neighborhoods and schools for children
* Problem with finding a Branch Manager
* Problem with awful co-workers
I know there were more things and I know none of them had anything to do with my love of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or my favorite new band. The weirdest part about this is that I had a lot to contribute to these conversations and actually became quite involved in them. I even gave advise to one of the ladies about pumping at work and which bottles and nipples were best for breastfeeding babies because her daughter had just had a baby and was about to return to work while breastfeeding.
I don't know what has become of me. I don't really mind it though. I really am interested in all these new topics and they all take up a large part of my mind right now.
However, I am still me. I just painted my toenails purple and am finally watching the TV show Battlestar Galatica. Under my professional clothes, spit-up stains, real jewelry, finacial woes, major life choices, etc is still the nugget of me that has been there since birth.
I wonder what Little Man's nugget is like?
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