I’m a talker. I’m a sharer, as previously acknowledged. I’m an “experience the world through reliving it verbally” kind of person.

So it’s very strange, but I just haven’t really wanted to talk about my new job as a teacher very much.

Seriously. I come home from work and I tackle Jeremy and we cuddle and we laugh and I mention vaguely that my day was difficult, stressful, and exhausting with a few tremendously rewarding moments in between… and that is about as much as I want to say about it.

I think this is because I feel like I’ve hit by a train of newness and my experiences are splattered all over the concrete while my body fumbles dazedly to collect these experiences up again and piece them back together.

What’s greater than a deer in the headlights? Would describing myself as a moose in the headlights make my message clear enough? Do you understand the impact of my new job yet?

Teaching feels a little bit like a train hit a moose. But like… in a good way.

FTR: I know I’m at least not totally alone, and I am grateful for my friends who are honest enough to admit that we are taking on something quite challenging. I quote my friend Stuart who said in a recent blog, “Being a teacher is probably one of the hardest things EVER. Do people actually stay in this career for more than five years?? I believe there are few professions that are as stressful or exhausting (at least for how much teachers get paid).”

Make way people. Moose Crossing.