Thoughts on my never-ending struggle with French
Learning a language, as it turns out, is nothing at all like riding a bike. It’s not easy. You can’t just pick up where you left off after taking a break. Most frustratingly, there’s no end point, ever. There’s no box to check when it’s suddenly over, and BAM, you’ve put in the required hours and acquired that skill and are now officially fluent. Instead… you just have to keep plugging away. Practice, practice, practice. You feel like a moron most of the time until you finally just let go of the fear of looking stupid and embrace it. Even then, you still have bad days.
