It kind of feels like that moment in Carrie when s…

It kind of feels like that moment in Carrie when she realizes she was elected homecoming queen, but before the pig blood. I’m waiting for the pig blood.

Me to Katie Dunneback, on what being a manager feels like (so far).

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A Real Librarian, At Last

Somewhere near the end of the #librarianstress madness on twitter, this exchange happened:

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If you don’t know me very well, you might not understand the enormity of this statement. See, because of my professional experience and background, I’ve never felt like much of a librarian. Oh sure, I respect (and sometimes revere) this profession, but for the most part, I don’t take myself seriously, and I’m prone to frequent bouts of impostor syndrome.

So to say without any irony, snark, or reservations, that I can’t imagine working anywhere but a public library means that somewhere along the way, a huge shift took place. I barely even noticed it.

‘Scuse me. I’m feeling all of the feels.


Preaching to a Choir of One: On Evangelizing Myself

A while back, a colleague and I submitted a proposal for this year’s Internet Librarian conference in Monterey, CA. We’d planned to talk about creating hackerspaces at libraries, but the organizing and review committee had a different (and better) idea. Instead, we’ll be appearing on a panel of experts titled “Transforming Roles: Who Do You Want to Be?” We’ll discuss the changing roles of information professionals, how we ended up where we are, and the risks, rewards, and challenges of our journeys. Very cool, yes? I thought it was, so I told the organizers I’d be delighted to participate.

Last week I found out that the panel is a Tuesday night session. If you don’t know anything else about Internet Librarian, know this: the Tuesday Night sessions are very well attended, are usually some the most popular, non-keynote sessions of the conference, and is a marquee spot. Not only that, but my name is on the front page of the website.

Now, if you know me at all, you probably know that I lack confidence. I have enough self-esteem issues to stock a newsstand. Sure, I know and have learned a lot about user experience in the years since I graduated from library school. I’ve even been paid to teach college courses on it. That doesn’t change the fact that there’s a very loud, insistent gong of doubt that goes off in my head whenever I have to talk about myself or share what I know in person or in writing. I’m usually fine when I’m on stage, but it’s afterward that I want to curl up and die.

It only took me 25 years in the workforce to realize that being a wallflower isn’t conducive to professional success.

Who the hell am I and why should you listen to me?

These days I’m starting to speak up and express my opinions at work and online, even when those opinions run counter to the conventional wisdom. Most of the time it comes across like a bulldozer, but one step at a time. I’ll work on finesse later. I’m working hard on learning and practicing empathy and using non-confrontational language.

A big part of this learning process is developing faith in my abilities — in myself. I’m learning to speak loudly and often about what I know, to share it with others, to ask questions, to listen, and to admit when I don’t know something but would welcome the opportunity to find out more about it. And yes, a big part of that is stopping this need I have to — if you’ll pardon the cliche — hide my light under a bushel. I am ready for the next big professional challenge that comes my way. OK, I’m really not ready, but I’m getting ready, and I know now what I have to do to become ready. The biggest challenge isn’t finding the perfect job, or even advancing in the organization, the next big challenge is me.

Whitney Hess’ 2009 presentation on Evangelizing Yourself came into my life at a moment of spiralling self-doubt.I secretly know I’m a little bit awesome, but I don’t want to brag, because no one respects a self-aggrandizing moron.

But if I don’t talk about myself, how in the world can I expect anyone to know anything about me? If I want to control the message that exists about Cecily Walker, I need to be sure that most of that messaging is coming from what I say and do well, not from people who I have wronged or disappointed in the past.

In her presentation, Hess challenged the members of the audience to explain why they’re important in one sentence without any hesitation. I’m going to do that now, but I reserve the right to edit the explanation at a later date.

I am important because empathy for others is the foundation of my personal and professional practice.

It isn’t perfect, but it’s good enough for now.

The key part of that sentence for others is the part after “because”. The key part for me comes before it.

NB: I’m going through a bit of a reorganization with this space. Part of this self-evangelizing kick was to make all of my most personal entries private. I want to use this place to share the professional things I’ve learned. In time, a more personal space may emerge here (or elsewhere) for those who are interested in those kinds of posts.


Hold On

This will be brief.

On Monday of this week, my doctor diagnosed me with rheumatoid arthritis. RA is a disease that affects the joints, causing pain, swelling, and stiffness. It can also cause fatigue, exhaustion, and insomnia. Emotional problems (from having to cope with constant pain) are also a possibility. I’m slowly typing this out with one hand — one finger, really. But I wanted to say something about what was going on with me in a space that would allow for more than 140 characters.

My doctor thinks that all of the problems I’ve been having in my hands, shoulders, and wrists over the last two years were probably RA flare-ups, but I wasn’t tested then, so we really have no way of knowing.

I don’t exactly know what this means other than I’ll have to manage this for the rest of my life, and I’ll have to learn to eat better, sleep more, exercise when I can, and stay vigilant. I’ll be seeing a specialist eventually, and will have more answers afterward. RA, if not kept in check, can lead to damaged joints, and I’ve even read that the life expectancy of RA patient can be shortened by as much as seven years, compared to people who don’t have RA. But I’m not going to think about that right now.

Instead, I’m choosing to stay positive. I have a roof over my head, a job I like, good friends who keep me in good spirits, and a small furry shadow whose antics always seem to make me laugh.

I’m holding on.

(Yes, I know dooce just blogged about Alabama Shakes, but I like the song too, and it fits the current mood. It isn’t plagarism. It’s inspiration.)


Cunning Kitty

(Obligatory crazy cat lady post follows)