This Time with Feeling

This photo is from right after we got married.

Camera phone picture from right after the ceremony.

It’s no surprise to anyone who has read this blog for the last 6 months or so that I didn’t enjoy wedding planning. It took up too much of my time and it felt like a chore. But I found myself surprised the other day when I cried at the loss of my wedding. George and I got married a few days before the New Year and I enjoyed it, but I was so relieved when it was over.

My photographer recently sent us a sneak peek of the wedding photos and I found myself in tears. Not because the pictures were bad– the pictures were amazing, but I was sad that it was over. I spent a good half of a year constantly thinking about plans or making actual plans for a wedding.  And during that time, I didn’t have a lot of time to process everything. I think the feelings are finally catching up to me.

I felt and still feel a little sad that I’m different. I’m ecstatic to live the rest of my life with this dude. But I feel different now. Older. Wiser. Humbled, maybe? It’s similar to the feeling I get after reading a great book. I’m conflicted because I wanted to know the ending of the story but I’m sad that it is over.

And I think that it is ok to be sad sometimes. Without sadness there would be no happiness, right? But I don’t want to dwell on sadness. So, I’m looking for new projects and I’m planning new adventures with my husband. The future is going to be way more beautiful than any wedding.

Did anyone else experience a little bit of sadness after your wedding? Let me know in the comments.

love,
melanie

2013: The Year of Kindness and Simplicity

I took this picture at midnight on NYE. Fireworks over the Mississippi river.

I took this picture at midnight on NYE. Fireworks over the Mississippi river.

I’m a little late to the New Year’s game, but it’s never too late to set goals for yourself. Right? In 2013, I’m not resolving, but I’m making S.M.A.R.T. goals to simplify my life and be nicer to myself. I’m not going to share my specific “S.M.A.R.T.” goals because they’re too personal. Sometimes keeping goals a secret is smart too.

I’ve recognized over the past year with the stresses of taking on more responsibilities at work and planning a wedding that I need to be nicer to myself. I can’t beat myself up if the dishes aren’t done or if I never finish the unending laundry pile in my downstairs bathroom. I can’t even beat myself up if my blog posts are sporadic.

I’ve also recognized that I want to live a simpler life– which means owning less stuff and appreciating small things. I feel so lucky to have so much: a new husband, a loving family and  a warm place to live. This year, I want to appreciate all I have everyday.

Is anyone else trying similar goals? Let me know in the comments.

love,
melanie

A Monday Reminder: Importance

During a recent conversation with a colleague, we got to talking about busyness and importance. It is easy to fall into the busy trap and to get caught up with the details of every day home and work life. He said this direct quote during our short chat. It was so profound that after we were done talking I ran to my office and wrote it down. (You’re a genius, Justin!)

Busyness for the sake of busyness is a rampant problem in academia and in my life. Here’s to prioritizing the important things this Monday morning.

love,
melanie

 

 

Love Love: Attempting to Be Lovable

Sometimes attempting to be loveable is the hardest thing I do all day. Tough life, I know. I don’t have to haul water 5 miles uphill to my home. I don’t have to forage wild berries for my supper. I don’t have to solve medical emergencies. I’m not trivializing my life or job, but let’s be real, there is never a reference emergency.

As an introvert, who loves being an introvert, sometimes I forget that other people crave human contact during the workday. It sounds silly, I know, and maybe a little uncaring. Sometimes I just forget that other people don’t want to be shut in a room, undisturbed for hours at a time to get their job done. Because some days, all I really want is to be shut in a room for hours at a time to get my work done!

We’ve been doing a lot of professional development stuff at work. Some of it was corny and a waste of time, but some of it actually got me thinking about how different I can be from the majority of people– extroverts.

In the next few months, I’m making a genuine attempt to be more stereotypically loveable (i.e. more loveable in an extroverted way). I created the reminder (pictured above) for my computer background and I’m going to try to do one loveable thing per day.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think introverts are cruel. I just think we show our lovableness (yes, it’s a word!) in different ways– way that I think extroverts sometimes have trouble understanding.

I’m hoping this lovely little attempt will make me a better leader. After all, I think it is better to be loved than to be feared.

Here’s to a loveable, introverted me,
melanie

J. Crew I love you, but you’re bringing me down.

I have an unhealthy love of J. Crew. I’d die happy (and fashionable) if my entire wardrobe was J. Crew sweater sets and ballet flats.

So when I noticed that the new J. Crew Style Guide arrived in my mailbox on Monday, I tore through the pages of the book before I even ripped open my birthday card– sorry, Grandma.

But when I turned the last glossy page, I was left with a feeling of utter disappointment.

The style was impeccable. The clothes were colorful and gorgeous. But all I could think about was: “why are there no ‘real’ women models?”

If you haven’t seen the style guide yet, in the Men’s section of the book, “real” men are modeling the majority of the clothes. No doubt, the “real” men are not your everyday Joe Schmo. The “real” men are hip investment bankers and restauranteurs, wear no socks with their sandals, and they are all gorgeous. But the women’s section didn’t have a “real” woman in sight. All models.

Model and Restaurateur, Michael Chernow.

I know J. Crew has a history of sometimes using real people as models and I appreciate it. It’s better than most companies. But the contrast between the men and women’s sections of the catalog was unsettling.

Are real women not hip enough? Do we not have interesting jobs? Do we not occasionally go sock-less? Are we not gorgeous?

I know this is barely grazing the tip of the iceberg. This could be an entire novel about the fashion industry and body image and women, but I think it is high time we started bringing real women into the picture.

What do you all think?

love,
melanie

Pride

This has been a crazy week. Somehow I made it to Freshly Pressed. I made a good enough argument to win the library some desperately needed furniture. I drove across the state. I introduced myself to new people. I networked– and I didn’t hate it! I’m exhausted, but I’m proud of myself. I don’t often stop to congratulate myself because I always feel I can do more. But you know what? I did a damn good job this week. I went out of my comfort zone, I stood up for my cause, and I got an amazing blog opportunity. So tonight I’m treating myself to a new pair of shoes, a mango lassi and a 9:00 pm bedtime.

Me with a neon mango lassi.

How do you treat yourself after a job well done?

love,
melanie

Love Stripes

I’m constantly trying to improve and grow. This year, I’m trying to make a conscious effort to improve my self-confidence in all aspects of my life. In the past six months or so, I’ve improved my culinary skills and I’m currently working on trying to improve my style. I love fashion, but I often feel that because I’m short in height and short on cash, I can’t wear cute clothes. But I’m out to prove myself wrong. I also want to prove that librarians can and do have good style.

I wore this outfit to brunch in Asheville. I love Asheville so much. You could literally wear a paper bag and no one would judge you.

Pants: Vintage Pendleton 
Sweater: Can’t remember! eep! Edit: I remembered! United Colors of Benetton.
Shoes: Target
Bag: Gift from my sister

How do you improve your self-confidence?

love,
melanie

A More Scenic Journey

Picture via jcarlosn on Flickr.

Lately I’ve been thinking about the direction this blog is headed. I don’t want to make a complete 180 degree turn, but I do want to begin blogging in a more substantial way. I started this blog in frustration; frustration in the wedding industry, frustration in the bureaucratic constraints of my 9-5, and frustration with modern life. All of the aforementioned frustrations were making me feel less than.

I was feeling less than able to create a beautiful wedding celebration with a less than average budget. I was feeling less than able to achieve even small career success with mountainous challenges. And finally, I was feeling (much) less than enthusiastic about meeting the challenges of every day life.

So I’ve decided to take a more scenic journey. I hope to use this blog as a vessel to explore more— specifically I hope to explore more about myself and about love.

I hope that Love Library can become a place of empowerment, a place of documentation and a place to witness small acts of love. I hope it can be a place where you and I can admit our insecurities but learn to love ourselves regardless. I hope it can be a place where we witness love between strangers and friends. And I hope in some small way Love Library will help to create a more loving world.

love,
melanie

Love Notes

 

I find it easy to be hard on myself– which sounds like a contradiction. But it is much harder to tell myself: “Self, you did a crazy-good job today. Way to help that patron, do that load of laundry and nail that presentation.” Instead I often find myself thinking: “Self, you need to be wedding planning now! You should have remembered to use that resource when helping that patron. You should have done another load of laundry. And you should have said this instead of that.”

So, this little love note goes out to myself. Because I taught myself enough Photoshop to create this affirmation. And because remembering that I am enough is some of the best love I can give myself. I deserve it. I am enough.

xoxo,

melanie

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