This Is [for] 2020.

In December 2018 I did my first “resolutions” post. I guess it’s time for the scorecard.

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Out! Out, Damn Ego!

book and red wine on a marble table

Recently, I was a minor participant in a Twitter thread that began here.

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Let’s See How This Goes: Returning to School

This August I officially reentered the life of a college student. I’m currently enrolled in San Jose State University’s iSchool’s Post-Master’s Certificate program. It’s a 16 credit hour program aimed toward strengthening the leadership skills for librarians in or aiming toward leadership roles. Due to a recent move, some family medical drama, and the changing nature of my job I’m limiting myself to only the required one credit-hour class, this semester.

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I Got the Power: ALA Leadership Institute

From August 4 through 8 I was fortunate to attend the 2019 ALA Leadership Institute.

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Sleeping in the Library

woman sleeping in library

Last month, I responded to someone on LibraryTwitter that I don’t follow about the ethics of allowing people to sleep in our libraries. Presumably, I only saw it because someone who I do follow liked it.

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Taking Care of Myself: Forest Bathing

bright angel trail at grand canyon

My last post was all about how I was feeling “not quite right” and attributed it to a buildup of stress to the point of it expressing itself in physical symptoms — muscle tightness and tiredness, in particular. It was also getting bad enough that it was starting to express itself emotionally in irrational generalized anger. To the point that I told my wife one Saturday, “I’m not having a good brain day.” Luckily, I was able to control it and keep it from bubbling up at inopportune times or in inappropriate behavior, but it was definitely there.

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Take Care of Yourself: Mental Health and Your Career

Like a lot of people, I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety; more depression than anxiety, but they tend to go hand in hand because they are sweet, sweet, lovers. I know what my roots are — being raised in a toxically masculine culture where I was never the right kind of boy and all the self-loathing and isolation that entailed. My triggers are a bit harder to define, though.

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