Yesterday out of the blue I got a call from an executive recruiter asking if I was interested in being considered for the position of head of a large urban library system back east. I was flattered (it is a big and high-profile position), but it took me about 30 seconds to realize that I had absolutely no interest. As I have said before, I think I have one of the best Library Director positions in the country, my husband has a great job close to home, we are living where we want to live, and we have no interest in moving.
As I was walking the dog last night, I got to thinking about how different my response is than it would have been a decade ago. Back then if a recruiter called (and they did) and the position represented a "step up" I would have pursued the opportunity just to prove I could do it. Maybe its the difference between being in your early 30s and being in your 40s, the fact that I am no longer in a male-dominated and macho environment (10 years ago I was working at an underground coal mine in Central Queensland, Australia, and for a number of years before that I worked in aluminum smelting...both environments where women in anyhting other than secretarial roles definitely had to prove themselves), or maybe its the just the lessons learned over the intervening years but I no longer feel the need to pursue every opportunity just because I can.
That train of thought led me to reflect on how tremendously my life has changed over the past 10 years.
In March of 1998 my husband and I were living in Emerald, Queensland. I was working in the aforementioned coal mine, which was making headline news across the country because we were at the leading edge of labor relations changes. We lived in a company house, and because of the labor environment had armed guards living next door. It sounds grim, but it was actually one of the most exciting and intellectually stimulating times in my career.
Emerald is a small rural (farming and mining) community about a 3 hour drive inland from the central Queensland coast. It is the center of a large Shire (county) that stretches for hundreds of kilometers. My husband was the Shire librarian, operating a small library in town, a tiny branch in an even smaller town nearby, and serving customers who often only made the trip into town only every month or two.
Recreational activities included hiking in nearby national parks where you rarely saw another person but could see plants that dated to pre-historic times; "fossicking" for sapphires in the nearby gemfields; swimming at the town's Olympic-sized pool; and lots of parties with a close-knot group of co-workers.
March of 1998 was also the month we decided, due largely to my mother-in-law's failing health, that it was time to return to the States. We came back to the U.S. on a combined vacation/job search that month, and through my professional network I was offered executive positions with two different aluminum companies, and ended up taking a position as Vice President Corporate System with Commonwealth Industries in Louisville, Kentucky.
We moved to Louisville in the summer of '98 and spent the next five years there. We enjoyed Louisville (especially the restaurants!)and I had the opportunity to really build my management skills in new areas including finance, shareholder relations, internal audit, and compensation and benefits....but it wasn't home.
In 2003, after 15 years of marriage during which we lived in 7 places stretching from California to New Zealand to various places in Australia to Kentucky, we were ready to settle down. I was also increasingly burned out by corporate life, aspects of which did not fit well with my personal values and was ready to make the change back to a position where I was more directly giving back to the community.
In the summer of 2003 we sold our house in Louisville, quit our jobs, and put the dogs in the car, and took a long road trip back home to California (where we already had purchased my grandparents home). We had no idea where that adventure would lead - would we find jobs? would living in Redondo Beach live up to our hopes and dreams?
I'm a fan of the kind of "non-Nashville" country music performed by Ramblin' Jack Elliott, Guy Clark, and others of that ilk and one of my favorite Guy Clark songs is called The Cape...probably because my whole life has been marked by taking seemingly wild leaps of faith and finding that I landed just where I was meant to be at that time.
The move to California was definitely one of those leaps...and again my cape didn't fail. Within 4 months both Don and I had found jobs in public libraries within a few miles of home, we'd established a routine of regular walks by the ocean, we'd re-connected with old friends and relatives, and we had turned my grandparents house into our home.
Nearly five years later we are where we want to be. Our work lives are fulfilling and (most days at least) they are also enjoyable. Our home has become a place where family and friends visit often, and where we really feel many days as if we are on vacation. We have made new friends through our work, and feel part of the South Bay community in a way when we knew we were short-timers in other communities. Life's not perfect, but it's pretty good.
Looking back over what I just wrote I realize it doesn't have a lot to do with libraries, but it's what was on my mind on this beautiful Southern California Friday afternoon as I head off for a week of much-anticipated vacation on the Big Island of Hawaii. Any posts (if any) between now and March 24th will be from my Treo...and will probably have little to do with libraries and lots to do with sunsets and mai tais - or at least that's my hope!
I'll be back refreshed and ready to post on real library stuff in a week.
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