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Aujurd'hui, Je veux faire quelque chose différent et j'ecris en français. C'est rien de spécial, mais un défi de personelle et je mets moi là-bas. Commencer je me dois comme quelqu'un qui parle anglais et français.
The paragraph above is a Frankenstein's monster, stitched together from memory, personal guesswork, and a few google-translates for yet another verb I do not know.
It's full of mistakes.
How do I know?
Because ChatGPT told me after I wrote it.
But this post isn't about French.
It's about learning.
And this is what learning looks like.
Its feeling out of your depth.
Its making the mistakes.
Having the courage to look like a fool, just long enough to take one more step towards competence.
Next year, I will write a post in French without these same mistakes.
I will have forgotten what it feels like to struggle with sentence structure, to forget those little connecting words, to not depend of direct translation from English.
But to get to that point, I have work to do.
And right now, the main skill I am developing is not French.
It is the self-belief to try and fail… in public.
