I haven't thought about Russian study for a while. (Like I mentioned in my previous posts.) But all of a sudden, it came upon me last night as I was reading by the fire- to rekindle and review Russian again!
I think partly it was due to feeling inspired again. Rereading this book, 'The Stories We Tell' by Joanna Gaines brought me back to the beginning of the year, and that was an inspiring and exciting time. It was also a time of studying Russian (still), and doing what I could to keep it alive, interesting and life giving. That's when it clicked last night.
But it's been a while to feel like this.
I was just telling my sister, that I haven't felt too inspired with language study, and also don't know the point, the purpose. Is it really meant to be done alone, quietly and independently? But upon reviewing and studying last night, those thoughts and feelings didn't arise.
There was joy, there was goodness, and inspiration. It felt like catching up with a long-lost friend, or playing the same song on the piano after a long time- the memory all came back, the reasons, as little as they are at times returned with a sense of excitement and purpose, to continue.
It's really also to just call something my own- this journey, this learning experience, this language, association and progress. The beautiful pauses, stop and go, breaks and study to feel it's part of me again- my story, my language journey, that at times doesn't makes sense. But then somehow it does.