So far the most important way that being a librarian and being a bookseller are the same is this. When I am having a shitty-shit day, an hour on desk makes me feel better in the same way that a solid hour behind the counter did. Or even if I’m just having an eh-okay day. There is something really great about spending some time wholeheartedly doing the best you can to help other people have a nice day. It’s the only life experience I’ve got that I can regularly practice with mindfulness without trying to be mindful (since apparently trying to be mindful defeats the purpose of mindfulness. GAH, ZEN, I get it). Yoga via public service.
I guess it’s thoughts like this that are why friends don’t believe me when I say I’m not very sentimental. But I swear, I hate people. I just really like helping them.