I was at the gas station after practice and getting to Mass, and I thought, this is exactly what I'd wished for; teaching English, coaching volleyball, and all in my first full year. All the exhaustion and stress aside, I feel like I've received way more than I had ever hoped to get. I'm grateful for the balance it brings.
Work has been full bore since I got back from the last retreat of the summer in Toronto (happy picture, below)
with volleyball tryouts and practice. My head's been swimming, but it's different than the fear-driven sweating-it-out of last year. Coaching? No problem. Working 6 days a week? No problem. Not getting paid until the 14th? Uhhhh.
I haven't watched any baseball since I came home, my self-imposed White Sox fast notwithstanding. So no baseball, and but I've been closely reading every match result from the English Premier League. As is typical to my life, my team is off to a slow start after an offseason of lavish spending, plus rumblings about the manager getting fired and our best player maybe leaving. Gotta love British media drama. Come to think of it, a sport that plays once a week and that I don't get on my cable package is probably the only one I can follow at this point.
