I’m sitting there in my study. Thoughts are running around my head. Am I sure I want to do this? What for? I’m probably not going to live in France, am I? Do I need this?
It’s been just over two weeks since I started my first French lesson. The shock has made my brain want to do the bolt. There seems like a lot to know. Pronunciation, new sounds to know and make, so many silent letters, spelling, masculine vs feminine rules, formal vs informal rules, the different numbering system. That’s just the start.
We have a great teacher. She speaks four languages and has the right personality. She’s very friendly and open and gets the class involved. From the start I was put on the spot to pronounce some new phonics we just learned. It’s engaging and fun but challenging.
I’ve watched our class shrink with each lesson. Most of the guys I spoke with were studying French as an elective. That’s got to be tuff to stick at. I mean, it seems like saying “I am going to learn the piano as an elective”. It doesn’t seem like something you could do it for a bit of fun, to try out. There seem to be many people who already speak at least two languages. They at least have some experience learning another language.
It’s been challenging, right from the start. It’s not just theoretical. It’s not just lectures. You must do something straight away. I’ve felt like a numpty, many times, when those sounds are not coming out right. Don’t get me started on the French R sound. The teacher was getting me to do it in front of the class. All that came out of my mouth was something like a dog’s growl. I’ve been practising but I think it will take a while for me.

What Do I Do Then?
Well, nothing. By that I mean – change nothing. Stay on course. Remind myself not to panic. Yes, it’s a shock. Yes, it’s new. Yes, it seems impossible. Yes, all those fears and doubts I have already identified have started screaming at me. Let them come and keep breathing. They will pass on soon enough.
I felt like I also needed to review why I started this in the first place. I already saw this coming and wrote a post about it. I preemptively wrote that post for this moment. I knew these doubts and fears would come. I knew I would want to run. So, I reviewed the reasons why and it helped calm me down. The doubts were still screaming but they no longer had a microphone. It gave me some grounding and connected me to the reasons I already found when I was calm.
Surviving VS Thriving?
I think the main issue is a difference between doing something out of necessity versus doing something from choice. It’s a lot easier to do something because it’s pressing on you. Bills to pay, food to eat, sleep etc are all happening to you. They still are stressful but they are self-motivating. You must do them if you want your basic needs taken care of.
I think the harder motivation is to grow in something that you choose to do. I isn’t pressing on you in a survival way. Maybe on a deeper, spiritual level it is. But in the physical world it’s doing the opposite to pressing on me. It’s trying to pull me away. Why are we wasting energy here on this superfluous thing? It’s not urgent, it’s not necessary for physical survival.
A Little Reminder
So, I reviewed my initial posts. I felt that I needed to make myself an easy to access reminder for when these doubts come up. Something quick that can remind me of the reasons I started this path in the first place. Something to acknowledge that it isn’t about survival and that it still matters anyway. Here it is:
I’m not learning French to be useful.
I’m learning it because I like the way it sounds.
Because I want to make those sounds.
Because something about it feels right.
I love the photos of France –
Henri Cartier-Bresson, Edouard Boubat, André Kertész.
The light, texture, quiet moments.
That’s something I admire.
I imagine living in France –
Not soon but in my future.
When the timing is right.
I’m drawn to the food, the art, the architecture,
And want to immerse myself in the culture.
Enjoying the movies, music, philosophy – expressed in French.
I want to share this language with others.
To speak it with people who live in it.
To connect through something beautiful.
Learning French is a way to believe in beauty.
To live for something more than production or survival.
It’s not about fluency – though that would be amazing.
It’s about believing in something that matters.
Human things only live because people make them so.
I’ll keep on learning this language because I want it to live, to grow.
I can remind myself about the benefits of a second language:
Improved attention span –
How it can improve your native tongue.
Who doesn’t want that?
But I didn’t know about those before I started.
I’ve wanted to learn a second language since I was young.
I don’t know why.
It’s irrational.
It’s a deeper, unexplainable pull.
Listen to that and follow.
That is enough.
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