Je m’pelle jon-michel, Je suis de Chicago.
So I know who I am ( or at least my name) and where I live. This is what three classes have given me.
Well also Ça va tres bien… Ça va tres mal.
I have learned that spell check hates me not only is it trying to fix my French but it is also fixing my English. If I type a curse word I do not want it to turn into “shut”…
Most of my posts to date have been about my artwork or the creative process or even the disappointment of staring at a bank canvas and having it laugh back at you. But I have decided to explore a different medium to express myself. and that is the medium is language more specifically, French.
I took it in High School… but that was a couple years ago…lol…and I did horrible… the more I tried the worst I did. So taking the French class has been a way to move forward and erase some of the yucky past… it is also been supported by the fact that I would like to spend my 45th birthday in France. So that is the goal…
So as with my muse… I show up and I sit and study and wait for the muse to show up to see the magic and the wondered of a new language before me. I must admit as excited as I am thinking about class and learning …I also have moments where I am sick to my stomach wondering if I am crazy for wanting this, adding more “stuff” to a schedule that is unreal,
But there is that little cheerleader that is inside that says YES you are crazy… but sometimes dreams can be crazy and unrealistic! If you don’t push yourself how will you ever know how far you can go.
So I go forward creating the life I want to create… and learn as I explore
WHO I was,
WHO I am,
WHO I will be…