Hello beautiful Blenders,

How are we all today?

I would like to share a story, because it is keeping my mind very busy since quite a while now and even if it is a sad story, it has a beautiful happy ending for me. However, that said, if you are currently in a bad place or can’t handle a tough story right now, please don’t continue to read and just check in below without reading. I also apologize for the long post. If you don’t have time to read or if you feel you don’t want to respond to what I wrote, please don’t feel pressured. I don’t take it personally. And if you ask, why am I sharing this story, please believe me this story is not meant to get attention, but I think it explains quite well why my live is currently up-side-down.

I think I mentioned before that I have a very difficult relationship with Spanish and that I am supposed to speak it fluently, but I don’t.

30 years ago, I was a young teenager, my parents and I moved to Buenos Aires and at the beginning we stayed in a hotel close to the Israeli embassy. There was this one day, when I came back from school and my bus was luckily 2 minutes delayed, what means I missed the explosion of the bomb attack at the Israeli embassy, but I ran straight into the most horrific situation. Many people lost their life’s, many more got injured and our hotel was badly damaged. It was from that day on that I basically stopped to try to learn nor speak Spanish at all. I never thought about this event much and I can’t remember many visual pictures. I guess my brain did a great job to suppress them all. But for 30 years I blamed myself that I can’t speak Spanish and I just accepted that I am too stupid to learn Spanish.

Now this year, there happened a series of events including two work trips to Spain including my trip to Lekeitio, which was just amazing. My first positive experience with Spanish after 30 years. And after that, more strange events happened and out of the blue the final missing piece fell into place of a puzzle, I didn’t know I was puzzling.

And I realized, not the things I saw was what affected me, it was the noise of the event. People screaming at me for help in Spanish, and I didn’t understand what they were screaming at me, what they actually wanted from me. I never ever felt that helpless in my life. And after that I think each time, someone spoke in Spanish to me I felt as if someone was screaming for help, expecting something from me I couldn’t provide.

And this year, all of a sudden it is finally over. It is not my fault that I couldn’t learn Spanish. It feels as someone lifted a very heavy weight from my shoulders.

For me this is one of the biggest wonders that ever happened to me. I am now learning Spanish each day. I am just fascinated how I can approach this language, no longer being afraid but confident and so endless happy that I now got the opportunity to finally learn it.

It is emotionally a bit draining going from very sad for what happened at this particular day to the most amazing feeling at the same time, because it is finally over. But on the other hand, being at 180 for months now, getting up around five in the morning and starting to learn Spanish is really messing with my energy levels and my motivation to work out. I guess I need to be gentle with myself and allow my body to slowly recharge the batteries, even if that means I don’t work out consistently at the moment.

And if I skip a workout because I am all caught up in learning Spanish, I am not missing out but catching up of 30 years of life.

Sorry again for this long post. Sometimes life can be very strange.

With that said, I am wishing all a beautiful day today, tomorrow and every day.