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Jan. 5th, 2019 06:50 pm The graduate school Japanese language test went...in my estimation...( poorly. )
In the meantime I can start planning my future as if entering that graduate school is not going to happen. With some relief, I was thinking... always time to set myself up as a freelancer, eh? I'm not hung up on translating work only. I actually really like editing, and that is a skill I possess that I have complete confidence in. I can also work on an official website and build an online portfolio.
Despite all the moyamoya feelings, there are also green sprigs of hope. All I really have to do now is relax. I'll do a little preparation, but mostly I'll try to keep going back to what makes me happy. I keep thinking on this picture I got from Jesus of sailing across a lake. There are certain spots across the lake that I know I am aiming for. I simply don't know when I will arrive. As the prevailing winds blow this way and that, I adjust course and allow myself to be taken in one direction. Sooner or later I sense I am off course and adjust the sails to take me in a different direction. I am still halfway across the lake, and I am free to move in any direction I please. As long as I don't give up, I am still making headway. But someday, I'll be moored and in position for at least a little while.
In the meantime I can start planning my future as if entering that graduate school is not going to happen. With some relief, I was thinking... always time to set myself up as a freelancer, eh? I'm not hung up on translating work only. I actually really like editing, and that is a skill I possess that I have complete confidence in. I can also work on an official website and build an online portfolio.
Despite all the moyamoya feelings, there are also green sprigs of hope. All I really have to do now is relax. I'll do a little preparation, but mostly I'll try to keep going back to what makes me happy. I keep thinking on this picture I got from Jesus of sailing across a lake. There are certain spots across the lake that I know I am aiming for. I simply don't know when I will arrive. As the prevailing winds blow this way and that, I adjust course and allow myself to be taken in one direction. Sooner or later I sense I am off course and adjust the sails to take me in a different direction. I am still halfway across the lake, and I am free to move in any direction I please. As long as I don't give up, I am still making headway. But someday, I'll be moored and in position for at least a little while.