Today is almost 1 week of unemployment.  While technically I am not unemployed–I start my new job on August 14th, it has been a nice week of transition and planning for the new season.   And a scary reminder that I don’t get paid until the end of August.

I have been working toward this move for a long time.  I have been working on it, since the moment I handed in my classroom keys in 2006 to stay home with our children.  I have been working on this return to classroom teaching through all of the part-time teaching and full-time work that I have been doing since 2009.

I belong in the classroom (thankfully, my husband doesn’t mind being broke).  I belong teaching.  I can’t imagine doing anything else.

As I sit and prepare my lessons and units for teaching, I pause to think and reflect on how lucky I am that I get to do what I love and that I love doing something that has such an impact on the lives of kids.

It isn’t everyone that gets to do what they love and I appreciate that my husband works at a job that he doesn’t love so that I can do what I love.

In three weeks, I will be standing in front of a classroom full of teen-aged boys.  In three weeks, a new season of my story begins.

And I can’t wait.