Languages

This (from German postsecret) really scares me sometimes. Not that I'm actually at the stage where it could happen, but just that I find myself thinking in German without intending to, or I only know the German word to describe a particular moment, and half of me is pleased and half of me is afraid. Every time I think about this it reminds me of a poem we had to read when I was at school: (particularly the second part)

( Search for My Tongue by Sujata Bhatt )

Resolute

Post from earlier deleted. It was a bit unnecessary - I really shouldn't post whilst still upset! Instead I'm going to post about the good parts of my day, since I'm feeling happier now :) Mostly the fact that my bento box arrived! So tomorrow I'm going to make bento to take with me to the tour I'm going on as research for my new job.

Life is good, and I am resolute that I want to be what I want to be. Nothing like your dreams being threatened to know how much you really want them!!

(I don't know if my icon is readable, but it says 'you can't have a light without a dark to stick it in'. Very apt. And something I should remember more often!!)