Being a millennial and librarian is kind of a problem. I have never been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder but if you were to guess that I have these tendencies and behaviors, then you guessed correctly. I once spent my spring vacation in college at the university library reading (and researching) everything I could find about the execution of The Romanov Family and Rasputin (it wasn't an assignment, it was for pure pleasure). By the time school was back in session, I was checked out. My brain never got the break it needed. And this is a daily habit, I'm not even kidding. Living in the rabbit hole and researching for hours on end (on any given subject) is second nature to me, I never stop to consider that it is a habit I need to learn to control. But I'm addicted, the need to know is just part of me (and most millennials). This perpetual state of curiosity is at the core of my foundation. So the fact that information is so easily accessible and that I have this …
Every year for the last four or five years I work on an action plan as opposed to declaring a new year resolution. I no longer create resolutions, not because I can't finish or see something through but I like the more simplistic ideas of Hygge, Lagom, Lykke or Ikigai. Less technology, being outside more, living for each moment and learning to take better care of myself and the world. Which leads me into my first small action of the month. Now that I'm officially in my thirties, I want to make my health a priority. Cancer is my future so as long as I can avoid getting it early, I want to be as healthy as I can and that starts with my diet, my lifestyle and my skin. 2017 seemed to be the year of irritated skin for me! I realized I needed to up my game with skin care products, mostly dermatologist approved or organic brands. If anyone has recommendations for dry and sensitive skin I would love to hear your stories, your input and suggestions when it comes to taking care of your…
(I wouldn't necessarily say I'm happy, but I'm getting there.)
So I'm turning thirty in three days and even though it is just a number there are so many feelings about turning a year older
this year. Not that it's my 'scary age' but I am definitely having a hard
time grasping that A. I'll be 30 and B. I'm nowhere near where I
thought I'd be at this age. I remember around February of last year I was in the shower contemplating every life choice I'd ever made, which is somewhat normal and regular for me. It usually leads to panic and anxiety but then is usually calmed with a glass of wine. Normally, I have music or the television playing in the background but I was so consumed in all these thoughts that I broke down crying, alone in my shower. I felt alone, unaccomplished and weak, I had just found out I didn't get a job I really wanted. It went to someone who had two masters degrees instead of just one.