The last three months have been a whirlwind of personal and professional activity.
I have a burgeoning new romantic relationship.
In May, I was voted the next APALA president for the 2023-2024 term.
I started working on a new Filipinx local newspaper, Mahalaya SF. It felt good to stretch those journalism skills again.
I also spent three weeks in the Philippines with my extended maternal family.
In June, wrapped up my first stint as an APALA mentor. I wrote about it here. It was my first time being on the other side as a mentor, not a protégé. We will actually continue our mentor/protégé relationship, and I’m excited to see where the future takes her.
I also attended the ALA Annual Conference in Washington, D.C. for six days, then took a train to NYC, spending another six days there.
This week, I surpassed the one-year mark of being the branch manager of the Ocean View Branch of the San Francisco Public Library.
I figure it is time for some reflection.
Much has changed, but I feel a little stagnant in the personal development department.
I noticed this during my trip to the Philippines. I should have spoken up for myself more often instead of going along with the crowd. I would have had a much better time. I often feel very insecure when directly expressing my needs. I’ve made great strides over the last six years, but I am still limited.
Professionally, I’m humming along quite nicely. I still feel like I have a lot to learn as a supervisor, but I have a handle on a majority of what I need to accomplish at the branch. In greater LibraryLand, I’m gaining more recognition and I find people are seeking me out for my opinion more often.
It still feels strange. In so many ways I think of myself as still very green. Very young and inexperienced.
I think, “I’m only 35. I’m basically a child.”
But I don’t think I can really claim that anymore. I’m firmly planted in a good career. I take care of the majority of my own finances. I care for three cats. I do my best to practice good self-care and mental health.
I’m an adult, in all the glory and horror that word encompasses. Seventeen-year-old me in 2004 could never. Maintaining balance is a struggle.
I thought my life was chaotic back then. Adulthood is a whole other level of barely contained chaos.
By some grace I’m doing it. And it’s far more fulfilling than I ever could have imagined.