Scene: Indiana Dunes State Park. I’m hiking with my husband. It’s a cool, crisp early autumn day, the wind is at our backs, and we have the place to ourselves. The only sounds in my ears are the crashing of waves, the crush of hiking boots on sand, and the echo of my thoughts. It’s the perfect space for spiritual reflection, for connecting to the universe.
Me, lost in thought: Hey!
Husband: What?
Me: I just thought of a really cool lesson idea using just the first chapters of a bunch of novels.
Husband: Do you ever stop working?
Me: …
So…no. The answer is no. There will always be something that gets me started. I might be thinking about that one kid. Or a book line that makes me think about a lesson I’ve taught. Or a blog post that I need to share with some loveys.
Or. or. or.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
It’s best to try to think of the constant drive as a blessing and not a curse. 🙂
Absolutely! It’s why I can say with certainty that I’m doing what I’m meant to do!