How many hats?

It feels good to be busy, but holy smokes.

Over the last few months, things have really picked up. We managed to weed out the nasty time-suckers that didn't pay off, and we're left with what we do best. In my case, that seems to be a great many things. It's sort of become a joke, that I'm the one with 18 jobs or whatever. Never gets boring, baby!

Something I think I've failed to mention over the past few months, which is a weird oversight because it's so bizarre even in my own mind: I'm teaching Spanish.

To beginners, mind you, but Spanish, nonetheless. Sometimes I hardly believe it, when I stand up there and grammar-Nazi the heck out of them (I have a knack for it in both languages), that after what feels like ages of struggling to speak Spanish, I can actually trust myself to accurately teach it to others.

I still have a long way to go, and I'm the first one to admit that. I will not be teaching advanced language students any time soon. In fact, that's a class I could probably still stand to be in. But, weird as it is, I've got a pretty darn good handle on Spanish. I'm not afraid to talk on the phone (in either language). I don't freak out if someone approaches me with a Spanish-speaking tongue. And I teach a Spanish class!

It's so much fun. The students are all adults, some of whom know so little they actually forget that they do know hola and gracias. It's a lot of laughing and, when I come across the students that actually do their homework and apply themselves, it's quite a bit of learning, too.