I got a job at the local public library a couple of months ago.
It’s a cool job. My official title is Account Clerk I . . . I do accounts receivable, I process invoices for books and other media . . . and a bunch of other really cool stuff.
I’ve met some wonderful people. I’ve met people who irritate the crap out of me on a daily basis. I get to see the new books when they come in. I get to look at Advance Reader Copies of books that haven’t even been released to the public yet. I joined Cookbook Club . . . which feeds my love of cookbooks and my love of cooking without having to eat leftovers for an entire week.
I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time . . . and I didn’t even hesitate to type the word “happier” . . . and I didn’t feel guilty that I’m “happier” . . .
Maybe I have finally started to find my new “normal” . . .