Your Library, Your Story: How the Library Changed My Life

I almost didn’t apply for the job that would change my life, but fear almost let me walk away from a place that ended up shaping who I am.

The second time I applied to work at the library, I was terrified. My first time around, I had been a page in the circulation department. I was also working part time at a movie theater, and one of my former managers had referred me for the library job. Back then, I didn’t feel intimidated—I saw myself as a background player. I wasn’t making big decisions, and I had a solid referral, so I felt confident.

Eventually, I left both part-time jobs after finishing college (the first time) and went into banking. I hated it. When I heard there was a full-time position open in the children’s department at the library, I lit up inside. This was my chance to come back to a job I adored. But mentally, I had a few obstacles to overcome.

First, I wasn’t a “children’s person.” That area of the library always seemed loud, full of chaos, and it smelled like crayons. I told myself I was supposed to be maturing, not hanging out with finger paint and story time.

Second, I didn’t really know many people in the children’s department. What if they didn’t like me or want me there?

Third, and the one that haunted me most, I wasn’t a big reader. I thought, Isn’t that the whole job? Recommending books? I assumed I wouldn’t belong.

Man, was I wrong.

I’m so glad I didn’t let my insecurities talk me out of making the best decision of my life. Working at the Craighead County Jonesboro Public Library changed me in more ways than I can count.

First—I became a children’s person! You know why it’s loud? Because core memories are being made. Connections are forming. Toys are being played with. Books are coming to life. Sure, there’s the occasional crying, but we don’t mind. Kids from all backgrounds walk through those doors to find their next favorite book, discover a new interest, play, create, learn, and just be. The library was their safe space, and I got to help protect that space. And yes, you get used to the crayon smell.

Second, the Youth Services team is made up of some of the most loving, creative, and accepting people I’ve ever met. They helped me heal in a way I didn’t even know I needed. I still keep in touch with many of them today.

Third, I became a reader. I didn’t have much access to books growing up, so I assumed I didn’t like reading. Turns out, I just didn’t know what I liked yet. I discovered audiobooks, graphic novels, and stories that really resonated with me. I’ll never be the fastest reader, but that wasn’t the point. My team didn’t need me to be a book expert. They needed me to bring my strengths. I found out that my gift was connecting with the tweens in our community.

I met so many patrons who became like family. Some are neighbors I still see today. Others I run into when I visit the library. These bonds will last a lifetime.

The library made me stronger, more confident, more creative and braver. It taught me when to speak up, when to listen, and how to care deeply for the people around me. It reminded me to explore more. Read more. Live more.

I love the library. I love that this space belongs to me and everyone else who walks through its doors.