Last night’s ride home was clear, cool, and nearly silent. It was so quiet, I heard the sleepy quacks of a flock of ducks who were settling in for the night. Beyond that, all I could hear was the sound of my tires on pavement, the breath leaving and entering my lungs, and SkyTrain passing in the distance.
Nights like this are just perfect for riding.
There’s a blog post brewing in my head about this Fast Company article on Generation Flux and what that means to me, and how that may shape my role in this profession. I’ve often said that I don’t feel like a traditional librarian, and for the last few years, I’ve convinced myself that my non-traditional path is a liability. After reading this article, I’m certain that my varied path is an asset.
But I’m still not ready to put fingers to keys about it quite yet.