Some days, I just don’t want to write. It’s a fact of life, it’s called burnout, it’s pretty standard. Today is one of those days. I had a fantastic first day at my intensive. Compared to last year, my instructors are a lot kinder and more diverse in their training styles. The only difficulty is that every class is taught in French.
I like to look at it as a challenge though. Similarly to this blog, I really did not want to do that. I wasn’t super eager to take classes taught in another language, but I also knew I needed to learn that language quickly. So, I’ve been doing my best to take my frustration with the linguistic divide and bridge the gap with perseverance and patience.
Other than that, I had dinner with my dad, who will be leaving Montreal soon. I did some work for a very important person who I have a phone call with tomorrow. I would like them to feel as though I have already added value to their project, so I am up late making sure that will be the case.
Like I said, I see all of these things as challenges. Writing when I don’t want to, learning new styles of dance in a foreign language, and working really late to get a dream job. They’re demanding, they’re not necessarily the most enjoyable activities, but they reach towards a common goal: happiness.