From a circle to a spiral

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So back to work on Monday won’t happen. Now it’s pushed back to August 2. Oh, well at least I don’t have to go anywhere. There is no summer holiday after all. Only ‘holiday’ as usual. How things change, from a circle to a spiral. The circle being the straightforward thing. While the spiral is not knowing where to go or do. Nothing new will happen. Things will be the same as they always been before I had this part-time job. I won’t get any job experience. A lot of people have needed to change things because of the coronavirus. At least I’m financially secured so I have no problems with that. Now I can concentrate on things I usually do. I don’t get paid for it though. Right now it’s good to live in Finland. The coronavirus here hasn’t been as powerful as in other countries. Even the restaurants and other places are being opened next week. I fear there will be more sick people after they open them. We can only hope this virus won’t be around forever.

I have always had trouble concentrating on one thing at the time. Even if I hear a sound elsewhere, I get distracted for a while. I also have different thoughts in my head. It feels like a spiral in my mind. I can have one thought and then it changes to something else. It’s like my brain has ADHD. I have a mild ADD (never officially tested) but I don’t know if that’s the only reason. Even when I write this blog I get distracted. I could write one thing and then the subject would change to something else. I do try to stay on the subject though. My mind is mostly more spiral than a circle. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I have a vivid imagination. I have a knack of making up stories, a.k.a. fiction. Sometimes I get totally in the story and forget the time. Then other times I get nothing and I get no ideas. When I do, it’s back to the spiral mind. If I didn’t, I would get bored very quickly. Days just fly by even if the days are the same because I still get things done. It might look like I don’t do anything but my mind works all the time. If that was a job I would probably have more money than I do now. I never let myself get bored and it doesn’t matter if I am because a mind needs to be in a circle once in a while.

Difficulties of the English language

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A person who doesn’t have English as their first language there are words you always write wrong. Or when you speak certain words you can’t get them rightly pronounced. For me, the most difficult word to say is failure and photographer. It’s such a tease for me so I rather not say them out loud because they sound stupid when they come out of my mouth. It’s easier to write them. I know I shouldn’t mind how it sounds like. The main thing is to be understood. I’m not ashamed of having an accent. I don’t even know if I do because I haven’t listened to myself on tape. Finns usually are embarrassed about having an accent. I don’t why because other non-English speakers do have an accent too. I don’t think people even notice if I have an accent or not. People don’t pay attention to accents because you can’t sound totally native if you really aren’t. Other problem in what English to speak, American English or British. When I was younger I thought American sounded much cooler but now I find them both fascinating. I write this blog in British English so if you find a word that looks like it’s misspelt, it’s not. It’s only written differently.

I write fiction in English and sometimes I find it difficult to describe something. It’s not just English but in my own language as well. Not only fiction but also when I write about anything. You can’t really say when you try to describe someone or something as a thingamajig. Describing is the most difficult thing in the English language. It’s stressful so when I don’t know a certain word I use another one instead. Or don’t write it at all. Being bilingual has its disadvantages. You don’t always remember what word is what in the language you’re using. I usually search Google for the word or Google translater when I write. I also have a dictionary but it’s faster to use the Internet. I’ve used English so much so I sometimes don’t remember what something is in my language. I both speak Finnish and Swedish so even in those languages I can find difficulties. I always spoke in Finnish Swedish with my mother and I went to a Swedish speaking kindergarten and school so I’ve grown up with the language. My dad doesn’t speak any other language than Finnish.

There are words in English that I always misspell no matter how many times I’ve written them. Words like unfortunately, fortunately, relieved. It usually becomes unfortunally, releaved. Some words sound similar. Like relieved and revealed. They are easily misspelt. I love the English language because words look the same but can still mean different things. It’s a bit like Finnish. Probably not as they are written though. It also has words that mean different things. I’m always been bad at grammar so I can’t teach languages so don’t suggest I could teach Finnish to you. Then there are words in English that are said the same way but mean different things. Like idle and idol. Example: “He’s been an idol for 20 years but he’s been idle for 20 years” I saw that sentence somewhere once but I don’t remember where I saw it. The English language also has very funny puns and wordplays. Somehow it’s easier to use the language in metaphors than it is in Finnish, for example. Certain things even sound better in English. Sometimes learning a language has difficulties but that’s how you learn. I know more words in English than I did about 20 years ago. I wish I could learn another language like that but I just so much else to do and it doesn’t stick in my brain like English does. I thought I was good at learning languages but I guess I wasn’t after all. I’m really amazed if someone can speak more than 5 different languages. I can hardly manage 3 but that’s more than most can.

Not all nomads are lost

When I started blogging in 2014, I didn’t know what kind of blog I would have. I knew it wouldn’t be the same as everyone else. I wanted it to be different. I also didn’t want my life to be out there on the internet. I’m a private person and I don’t have anything interesting to say. I just wanted to write things down and share it with others. In the beginning, I was disappointed I didn’t get any likes. There are still blog posts that don’t get many. Like the last post. It only got 2 likes. Maybe some got a little more. Maybe I just don’t have anything new to say so I repeat things. You would think people would have time to read blogs right now but I guess not. It just feels like people only like the blog post picture and don’t read at all. Maybe I’m just expecting too much. This is already the 7th year and still, it feels like I’ve just begun. Whatever reason, I’m still gonna blog though because I’m doing it for me. And to practice English.

I’m not that excited about blogging like I used to be. I just feel I have nothing new to say. I’m a nomad because I don’t really know where I’m going with this blog anymore. Luckily I only blog as a hobby so I don’t have to write if I don’t feel like it. If I earned money for blogging it would feel forced to write something. Now I have a choice and if I don’t have anything to write then I don’t. Some people think blogging is for business only but you can also have it as a hobby. So not all nomads are lost. You can find your motivation at your own pace and that’s what blogging is all about. Making yourself feel good and maybe someone else will relate to you too.