A few weeks ago, I wrote about how alcohol and I could no longer be friends – it just pissed me off too much. Well, I owe alcohol an apology. My foul mood had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with me.
How do I know this? This past weekend, English friends who live in my old village in France came to visit. Over dinner we chatted and drank a couple of bottles of Lambrusco between the four of us – to no ill effect. No bad mood, no paranoia, no desire to run and hide from the world.
So what changed from the almost identical situation in June? Only the language. In June, the dinner guests spoke Spanish. This past weekend, English.
And what has that got to do with anything? Well, I’m a bit of a control freak and when I drink I work at not appearing tipsy. Doing so in English is easy because I’m already relaxed. In Spanish, however, I’m tense because I know I don’t understand everything and that frustrates me.
The solution? Get over myself. I spend my days writing in English. I speak Spanish a few hours a day. The language has been the number one stress in my Spanish life and it’s time to let it go. I’m here for the long haul. I’m doing what I love. The language will come and in the meantime, if I don’t understand, I don’t understand. No. Big. Deal.
Let’s just see how long I can remember that.
- Most of our perceptions are based on assumptions – be willing to change perceptions when assumptions prove false.
- We are ever-evolving creatures – stay open for opportunities to learn something new about yourself.