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Occasionally we love what is difficult for us.

I have been called out several times lately for improper word choice in speaking. A couple of them got me a “that’s what she said” at work for extra comedic value. I’ve also been corrected on typos and spelling errors.

So I’m going to reference 2 of my old posts with follow up.

https://myhandsaregod.net/2016/05/12/gud-wryter/

https://myhandsaregod.net/2016/12/18/gud-wryter-2-what-to-trust/

I’m dyslexic. I love language because it conveys what I often feel like I struggle to do. I write to attempt to improve myself and help others in the process.

I have tried to learn several other languages unsuccessfully. Not sure why I thought I would be able, being that I still struggle with elements of my own language. However, some were encouraged or required by my educational system. Spanish was required by my highschool, and because that didn’t go well I tried French for college requirements. I had had a one semester sample of both French and Russian in middle school, so I thought French was the easier of those two. I’ve learned a handful of phrases and can count to 4 in German by virtue of living in an area that was a German colony when our country began. Then there was the language inspired through falling in love with someone- Telugu. Then I thought I’d try a language of that realm that had broader reach- Hindi.

Supposedly all of these languages can be learned in a couple of years. I however, have not managed that.

Spanish I devoted 2 years highschool education courses to not be proficient enough to even have a basic conversation. French was terminated after 1.5 years of courses because the dyslexia combined with a slight comprehension delay was causing me to fail my course and lose my otherwise near perfect GPA. After a costly process my college conceeded I could finish the requirement out in a non-language culture course. I spent over 2 years pecking at Telugu to get minimal results before giving up when the person disappeared for good.

It seems I will forever be in awe of those that can master multiple languages.

I have not completely given up, but those languages have taken a back burner. I devote time when I’m otherwise bored or only have 5 minutes to fill (Duolingo and Drops both utilize 5 min lessons). Maybe before I die I’ll be able to talk to someone in their language, for now it’s merely a hopeful aspiration.

May you welcome the new year with reachable resolutions. May your hopes and dreams be reachable. May you find great skill in all the languages you care too. May you love all the things, both easy and difficult. May you find people that are caring and helpful. May you find your own attempts at helpfulness be accepted as such. May you find that those in your energetic circle are the same as those in your physical experience, and those that walk away take their energy with them, so you cut cords and never look back. May you feel only loved and supported.

Many blessings, Siva Hir Su

Get crackin’

So this week I had already had the inkling to resume learning Telegu, regardless of my person coming back or not. Then at dinner last night Nathan shared the following videos with me.

We had already been taking about things of an energetic nature. Then I realized how many things I’d come across lately in Hindi, and a few in Punjabi. I always have to put captions on or lookup translations.

So, I asked Nathan for his intuitive answer, regardless of what that was. Then asked: do I need to resume learning Telegu or start Hindi? His answer was “I think both”.

Then loud and clear I heard, “You better get crackin’ !”.

That was my divine masculine chiming in. I said “thanks smart ass”, and he started laughing. Nathan did too.

So I did. Before bed I did a little of both.

Then really early am I had a dream about a previous co-worker. I was concerned enough I texted him first thing this morning and he said there was a minor concern with what I dreamt about. I gave him a suggestion and wished him well, but the energetic portion of the exchange and what my divine masculine chimed in was far more intense. I was literally feeling like shaking a person and jumping up and down all at once. It was very intense and bizarre.

I swear every day gets weirder and weirder for me. Just doing my best to go with the flow.

May you all find your answers and moments of helpfulness without feeling the need to jump up and down.

Siva Hir Su