I published the first post in this blog just over four years ago on July 13, 2016. When it started, I wanted it to be a positive place for me to document my journey through librarianship and muse on topics relevant to the profession. I wasn’t always successful in this. In fact, my all-time most successful post was one I did in 2017 on toxic work environments. The frequency of my posts has been erratic at best and this will be the first public post I’ve made since January 1 of this year.* This blog has been an account of my job search, opinions on opinions in librarianship, opinions on stereotypes. Once I made a data driven post about how pointless my previous job was. And then there are the posts about toxic work environments and mental health in the workplace, and that brings me to my next paragraph.
The last year has been very difficult for me both personally and professionally. I won’t get into the details, but I’ve been forced to look at all aspects of my life and work and there are indeed many areas in which I come up short and even fail. There’s also a recognition that I have changed a lot, too. Different things are important to me now, and I’m no longer sure where I fit. Add to that the fact that my confidence and self-esteem are lower than they’ve been since I was a teenager and I’m a bit of a mess. Don’t worry, I’m seeing a therapist and there’s nothing melodramatic happening here. That’s all being managed, but facts are facts. I’m keeping my options open for the future and looking for new opportunities. I have a hobby that I’m pursuing and am finding confidence as I improve with it. Hobbies don’t pay the bills though, and I have to slog through at work until I can either find equilibrium or something else, entirely.
This blog has always been called Tales of a Librarian, because that’s how I thought of myself. I was proud of that label and what it represented. I was never passionate about my work or my profession, but I was proud of it. The fact of the matter is, though, that after fifteen years of library work, five years after receiving my MLIS degree, and three years into what was supposed to be my dream job, I’m thinking of myself as a librarian less and less. And truthfully, I’ve yet to have a job that either A) was officially labeled a “librarian,” or B) required the MLIS degree. Furthermore, given my skill set and experience I’ve reached the glass ceiling in academic libraries. There’s no up for me to move to.
All of this is a roundabout way to say that while I love my community of librarians and library employees, I think it is time for me to step away from the bibiloblogosphere and ride off into the sunset. I expect this will be the final post in Tales of a Librarian. I wish you all good health and happy libraries.
If you are interested in getting to know me IRL or at least in my non-library associated self you can find me Twitter: @BerkbiglerJA; Instagram: @jberkpix, and a newer personal blog that Wifey and I are doing: Coupla Lefties.
As a child, whenever my dad would drop me off at school or wherever he’d tell me, “Make it a good day.” So, that’s what I’m saying to you. Be well, and make it a good day.
*A previously private post was opened to public view on March 31, 2021.