I’ve lived an eclectic life – dabbled in many careers, moved often, married three times – been more of a follow-the-tides type person than a focused goal-setter.
The dreams I had as a child were shattered by the nonsense that was my family of origin, and the ensuing drama that followed me into adulthood. I did manage to salvage one of those lost goals and become a teacher at the age of 48 (perhaps a bit too late).
I am not suggesting for a moment that my life has been boring, or unproductive – just different.
At one point in my journey, I owned a bookstore (and later two), fulfilling a passionate love. Imagine being surrounded 24/7 by boundless bundles of literary works, meeting the authors who penned them, and receiving countless pre-published copies to entice purchases. I was in heaven. Well, at least intellectually – financially, I was floundering.
What I miss the most is the opportunity to discuss literature with other passionate souls. I yearned to know what enthralled other readers and took great delight in ordering books that I thought might appeal to certain customers. I felt like a matchmaker – matching readers with a volume I was sure would bring them pleasure.
I had resigned myself to believing that aspect of my life was all in the past, until I read about the Little Free Libraries:
Now possibilities are bubbling up – I can picture a lovely little book house perched beside a whimsically decorated bench at the front of our house, where book lovers of all ages can come to perch, borrow a book, or leave a book, and the hive of wildlife activity that amuses me from the backyard window will be matched by a flurry (or trickling) of delighted readers out front. Our busy little street would be an excellent spot for such a treasure.
Now, I just need to lure my husband back into the workshop. Next career for me Library custodian?
Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.