There is a place you can go, which is relaxing, warm and comfortable. Is is free, people smile at you, know your name and talk calmly and soothingly.
A few months ago, I would dash into the library on a Monday evening (late opening) and change the kids books, and get maybe a biography for himself and a ‘new author, just published’, for myself (Living in hope!)
Now I am a connoisseur of libraries. I go to my local library at least once a week, I visit the university library a few times a week, and know the libraries in the towns closeby.
There is a calmness to the library that is almost healing. I can’t think of anywhere else you can go and just ‘be’. Where you can sit in warmth and read a newspaper or a magazine, where you can use their computers, and listen to their CD’s.
It’s almost like a spa break for your mind. Where all is calm and relaxing and you can visibly feel your shoulders slump.
I think the main thing I like about libraries is the old-fashioned safety of them. When I am there, asking for books, asking how the photocopier works – I almost feel that I am back at secondary school and living with my parents again. It’s like a safe haven.
I lost that feeling when my Dad passed away four years ago. No where you could run to if everything else went down the toilet. That was a big shock for me, at the tender age of forty – that I was on my own.
So walking into the warm, safe, cosy library is like treading familiar ground again. If like me, you find yourself redundant or unemployed, visit your local library, your closest university library, the library in the next town. I guarantee you will feel less anxious and much more relaxed after you spend some time in there.
Of course, as the gas and electricity prices are going up this winter – so maybe take your flask and some sandwiches and meet all your new-found friends there. As an old woman in Cornwall used to say – why stay at home at use your heating, when you could go to the library and use theirs!