On the 7th January, #uklibchat will be discussing New Year's Resolutions. Last year I submitted the following ambitions:
Write more; get involved; be more assertive; generally get stuck in...At the risk of pre-empting the twitter conversation, here's how I think I did:
Write more...
This is my 18th post of 2013, compared with 21 posts in 2012, so I've not written more here. Have I written more elsewhere? I've not crunched the Twitter numbers, but I expect they're healthy. And I've got published in print without doing an awful lot, so that was nice. It's a start, and not too bad considering I've had two house-moves and two different full-time jobs this year to keep me busy. I think that's a fair excuse.
Get involved...
Not as many Library Camps this year as last, but I got to three. I also attended a Northern Collaboration event and the 50th birthday bash at Sheffield's library school. I'd call that treading water, really. I've maintained my presence in the library world. But I've been too busy settling in with new work colleagues to dedicate much time further afield. One thing I have done is taken more notice of matters CILIP, and I suspect I'm not alone in this regard (see previous posts). As a consequence of the whole name-change thing, I've voted in two CILIP plebiscites, and followed the coverage / live-streaming from two CILIP meetings. That's two more of both those things than I've done in previous years. I might even be tempted to get involved with something CILIP-y if there was anything CILIP-y to get involved with around here. Might. There are probably better causes to assist, and I do so enjoy my own time...
Be more assertive; generally get stuck in...
I'm sticking these two together because I see them as part of the same thing. It was that prize cock Steven Morrissey who, in one of his saner moments, sang "Shyness is nice but shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life you'd like to". I continue to be too wet for my own good, though now and again my bushel gets too hot and starts smoking, attracting some attention. I seem to get by on such smoke-signals, but my reticence remains an obstacle. I have to learn to be able to talk without the aid of half a bottle of wine. Writing's a different matter: I have time to develop my buzzing thoughts and overcome inhibitions. But my brain doesn't seem to cope so well at speaking-pace. Part of that's speed-of-thought, but most of it is a lack of confidence, or an unwillingness to chance my ability to wrangle my thoughts into some sensible utterances (which amounts to much the same thing). The more I get to know people, the more at ease I become, mostly, I think, because I better know how they work and what their reactions might be to whatever I end up saying. But this character judgement takes far too many months and in the meantime I suspect I end up looking aloof. This remains a frustration to me and I don't suspect there's a quick and easy way to overcome it short of plugging away bit by bit and learning that I'm perfectly capable of holding my own. I'm not sure I've made an awful lot of progress in this regard this year (a disastrous job interview didn't help my confidence any, either) but I just have to keep plugging away. Or pre-loading on gin (probably not the answer).
In conclusion, then, I've not really met these self-imposed objectives in any truly satisfactory way. I've been too busy hopping from one temporary job to another and trying to find a firmer foothold from which to preach. But at the same time it's not been an utter disaster. I don't think I've lost much if any ground, and so it is that they stand for another year. Here's hoping I'm in a better position to act on these resolutions in 2014.
Happy New Year, and may it be full to brimming with wonder and joy enough for us all!
Be more assertive; generally get stuck in...
I'm sticking these two together because I see them as part of the same thing. It was that prize cock Steven Morrissey who, in one of his saner moments, sang "Shyness is nice but shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life you'd like to". I continue to be too wet for my own good, though now and again my bushel gets too hot and starts smoking, attracting some attention. I seem to get by on such smoke-signals, but my reticence remains an obstacle. I have to learn to be able to talk without the aid of half a bottle of wine. Writing's a different matter: I have time to develop my buzzing thoughts and overcome inhibitions. But my brain doesn't seem to cope so well at speaking-pace. Part of that's speed-of-thought, but most of it is a lack of confidence, or an unwillingness to chance my ability to wrangle my thoughts into some sensible utterances (which amounts to much the same thing). The more I get to know people, the more at ease I become, mostly, I think, because I better know how they work and what their reactions might be to whatever I end up saying. But this character judgement takes far too many months and in the meantime I suspect I end up looking aloof. This remains a frustration to me and I don't suspect there's a quick and easy way to overcome it short of plugging away bit by bit and learning that I'm perfectly capable of holding my own. I'm not sure I've made an awful lot of progress in this regard this year (a disastrous job interview didn't help my confidence any, either) but I just have to keep plugging away. Or pre-loading on gin (probably not the answer).
In conclusion, then, I've not really met these self-imposed objectives in any truly satisfactory way. I've been too busy hopping from one temporary job to another and trying to find a firmer foothold from which to preach. But at the same time it's not been an utter disaster. I don't think I've lost much if any ground, and so it is that they stand for another year. Here's hoping I'm in a better position to act on these resolutions in 2014.
Happy New Year, and may it be full to brimming with wonder and joy enough for us all!