The school year has re-started. A new semester with new beginning and even two new students. They are both Chinese and a little bit lost, I think, but excited to be here and smile with and at me.
I'm teaching Statistics for the first time - the prep is more intense than with Algebra, mainly because I've never taught it, but I love the subject. The thick part is I didn't get my textbooks until the day before class started - not my school's fault - or my teacher's text until several days later, so I am one day ahead of my students and now trying for two days ahead. I'm really in the thick of it.
I'm doing 9 or 10 hours at school, coming home and working another hour - sometimes two. Sometimes I'm cooking dinner but sometimes I'm too tired or have too much to do and we decide to eat out. I'm in the thick of it.
But there is balance. I'm making time for myself every day. Sometimes it's Facebook, sometimes it's genealogy, sometimes it's cooking. Today I cooked something new and my dear son stated, "You can make this again." Bacon cheeseburger soup - nothing wrong with that. Now that is thick.
So what is all this thickness? It's meaning. Love. Purpose. Caring. Being busy with things I LOVE. Yeah - right now there's a mixture of tired and exhausted - joy and happiness - burdened and lightness. So much wonderful and so much so much. So much to be thankful for. So blessed.
It's thick, I tell ya.