I like teaching and I am thankful to have a job. There are some things about teaching that are very satisfying. I enjoy finishing a lesson that I know I presented well. Though I might be thoroughly exhausted, I feel content. It’s also lovely to finish grading an entire set of tests or essays. There’s something particularly beautiful about a stack of papers covered in red ink and held together with binder clips.
At home my favorite chore is laundry. It makes me happy to see my bed covered with piles of clean, neatly folded clothing. I’m also kind of fond of putting groceries away. I like the sight of my shelves well stocked with provisions. I feel thankful and secure. But no chore on earth can compare with the feeling of well-being I experience when I take a bunch of this
and turn it into this.
From pouring the wheat into the hopper of my grinder, through measuring yeast and honey, testing the dough for proper gluten development, forming the loaves, watching the little bulges grow under the damp cloth atop the warm stove, and breathing in the scent of the bread as it bakes, I love the process. It makes me feel like Superwoman. It seems to make my family pretty happy, too.