There was a bunch of little kids in my library today; learning to rhyme and write poetry. And a woman teaching them and another one just helping out. I lingered for a good hour or so, taking my time to pick my books and listening in on their session.
I love little kids. I love how their minds work and I love my library for doing so much to keep them interested in books. Every visit makes me a little more certain of the fact that I ought to be working with libraries someday.
I guess it’s nice to tell people that you’re a ‘designer’. It makes you seem suddenly interesting, somehow. A little niche, a little big; a little this-ain’t-for-you, if you know what I mean. But look past all the intrigue and you’ll see that I am but a maker of websites. Good ones, of course, nicely designed ones, always, but still, I make websites. Most days, it’s a fun job. Challenging and stressful and rewarding when things end well. But I know I won’t find it fulfilling for ever.
Then again, I’m not sure I’m built for fulfillment. And right now, I’m stewing in my own discontent.
Ps. I’m trying to get back into the habit of blogging regularly, and I feel rusty from months of disuse.
Pps. If any of you have jobs that make you happy, tell me about it, please.