My family often jokes that I will always have a list because before I finish one list, I'm already writing another. It's crazy, but I like to be busy. While many search for balance, I think sometimes the best things in life happen when we are a little out of balance; when we're giving a little more to one place or another.
Today was a busy day, but it was a good busy day. It wasn't a day racing from place to place or event to event. It wasn't a day completing piles of paper work or completing my taxes (yep, that one is coming soon). It wasn't a day spent cleaning the basement or reorganizing the closet, instead it was a day of interesting work, learning, and conversations.
Across the day I worked with readers, caught up with teachers, rearranged schedules, attended meetings, rethought teaching points for some of my students, and then after school it was off to run errands. When I finally made it in the door, my husband looked at me and said, "We've already decided about dinner." Music to my ears. Yes, delight is found in someone else figuring out dinner but, honestly, happiness in being good busy.