I've completed my first week in Korea, and my first 2 days of class! I'm really proud of myself. In this past week there have been so many ups and downs that I feel exhausted.
My dream last night posited a perfect metaphor for how I feel. First I am all by myself walking along an ocean. I notice the waves getting bigger and bigger and soon they are overtaking me. I have no choice but to succomb to the strength of this system greater than me. In the first few waves I am tossed every which way and I have no control. Feelings of anxiety, restlessness, and nervousness overcome me with each monster wave. But, then, one wave comes and I duck at just the right time, giving me enough air to breathe and a second to rest and prepare for the next wave. Along come some other people who are up ahead. I observe their path, follow it a little, go my way a little. Suddenly I make a quick decision and I'm on a huge rock with even immense wave nearing me. Instead of squashing me, it carries me almost all the way to shore. I'm still in the water, ducking at the exact right time, allowing myself to breathe, rest, and prepare for the next wave before it comes. I can sense the shore is near, but I have yet to learn how to get there.
Pretty right on, I'd say!
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Wow, what a great metaphor for what you're experiencing right now (i'd expect nothing less from a linguist's dream, really.) I hope you don't feel breathless, exactly, but I'm glad things now seem to be going just swimmingly! I'm so proud of you, too!
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