Language-learning is vital self-care. It wakes me up in the morning before I even make my first mug of caffeine (mostly tea, some decaf coffee but mostly tea), or before my morning stretch/exercise.
So I’ve gone from only learning two languages to well…I’m actually quite loathe to tell you how many languages I’m learning right now but I have a three day rotation system which seems to be working pretty well. My main language remains French. It’s what I’m learning daily, although earlier I tried to watch a French movie without subtitles and could only grasp about 20% of what was being said. There’s only about one language that’s a new kid on the block for me in terms of acquisition, though even then I appear to have osmosed quite a bit.
I think the most important thing I can say about this language learning thing is discovering something new about myself and what my brain is capable of. So much more. And it’s such a visceral pleasure. It feels like I am eating words, am being nourished by them. A visceral pleasure that can only be compared to playing music, when I play it untethered, unwatched, unheard. I doubt I’d ever visit all of these countries. Not at my advanced age, not with being financially challenged, not with the state of the world. I don’t particularly desire to live anywhere apart from where I am, at that. But language acquisition is its own pleasure and the fact that I may never speak some of these languages to anyone actually makes it sweeter — because there’s less pressure. So, no need to flex, just need to enjoy. That’s how I live my life these days, in almost everything I do.