Life in the fast lane

When I drive, I do speed, but it generally just 2-5 mph over the speed limit. However, I feel like my daily life is going so much faster than that. I feel like things are going so quickly that I hardly have time to breathe (much less blog). Life is good; don't get me wrong. My high school students are great, but they require me to give them a lot of energy. The grad classes that I'm taking are a 50-50 split. One is okay and somewhat interesting; the other I will complete successfully, but I don't think I'm going to like the class at all. And the basic math class that I teach at TCC is still the easiest thing I've ever done. It's odd, though, teaching people who are my age or older, though. I wish I could say that there is more to my life, but there's not. Just work. I can barely keep up mowing the lawn, much less house cleaning and grocery shopping (which MUST be done this week before I go crazy). As I sit here and reflect, I wonder if there really is more to life than work. As I peruse the first chapters of Ecclesiastes in search of an answer, the only conclusion I can come to is that man should enjoy his work because it is his lot. If that is the case, I'm doing okay but should at some point read something about what the Bible says about rest. :)