Pardon my French
Some of you may not know that I’m a 100% Made in France product. I was born and raised in the French country side an hour away from Paris. Among horses, a green forest and catholic-families-of-5-kids, in a small *gorgeous* town named Fontainebleau.
Fortunately, I picked up English quite fast, and my accent is not as strong as most internationals would expect from French people. This allows me to live incognito among expats and english-speakers. Although I’m often betrayed by my love for cheese and baguette.
But I digress.
The thing is… I’m losing my French. Of course, it is the only language I spoke until my 20-year-old birthday. But in the last few years, I’ve almost only been practicing it during my monthly calls with my mother.
It has become incredibly difficult to find my words. Today, during a meeting, my tongue kept tripping over syllables. œil became eye, perspective became input and I became frustrated.
How can one lose their native language so fast?
Without practice, it simply went away. However, I know, intuitively, that after a couple of months back in my home country, my French heritage will take over again. Then, I’ll be as fluent as a stylish arrogant Parisien.
Why am I sharing this with you today? Because my painful French conversation made me reflect on how fast one loses a talent when not trained daily.
And man… some of mine have been waning this year:
I’ve been losing my focus and grabbing my phone while conversing with friends.
I’ve been losing my traditional drawing skills.
I’ve been losing my compassion (towards anti-vaxxers, and my neighbor who fills up our recycling trash with styrofoam(!)).
I’ve been losing my ability to appreciate the blazing Californian sunsets on the beach.
It’s a painful conclusion. It’s a wake-up call. To remember practicing what I love and may have put aside for a while.
What skills have you forgotten to exercise this year?
A relevant question:
Why aren’t we more compassionate?
When Media plays the blame game:
The good, bad and ugly of the media coverage of Afghanistan
I’ve been dancing:
Heat Waves by Glass Animals