Japanese Update: Overcoming Distractions for 2024

I began learning Japanese in January 2023, and I have to say when I started this journey I bought four college textbooks thinking I would be through most of the lessons by the end of the year, and that statement did not come true. In fact, I haven’t finished the first unit book.

Now is this because I’m saying Japanese is so difficult that I couldn’t do it? No, I managed my time poorly and put my language learning sessions as a third or fourth priority in my day which made it easier to procrastinate and not do it all. I made choices that took my attention away from language learning. Now some of these choices were really good choices!

Like I chose to start writing on this blog which has been a huge blessing creatively! It required discipline to keep going and make writing a habit. I also decided I wanted to become a more skilled knitter this year and chose to tackle several sweater projects this year. That stretched my patience and time management skills to get those projects completed quickly to use them in the colder months. As well as sewing my new summer wardrobe, a new coat, and new pajamas.

These were a good distraction, one that taught me about tailoring and fit. I became a better pattern drafter through this practice and learned how to duplicate designs. This was a great use of my time! But it wasn’t language learning, and so in my head I am wrestling with the fact that I didn’t complete my goal yet I achieved many goals that I had. I became a better student and more prepared to learn Japanese through the ways I spent my time this year, ironically not learning Japanese.

I think coming to terms with the fact that we as humans cannot be perfect, is a tough pill to swallow no matter how mature we are or how “laissez faire” we approach our time and therefore when we feel like we need to tick every box off our list and smash every challenge set before us in rider to feel like you did your best, it is hard to show yourself grace that you came short. I hope I did the best I could this year and I hope I gave Japanese my all! I made flashcards to help myself practice hiragana and katakana and tried to immerse myself in culture, grammar, conversational practice, vocabulary, etc.

I have a lot of respect for the language since trying to learn it, more than I did going in. I was intimidated going into the first day of learning but now I am more in awe of the way Japanese as a language works and has worked for 1300+ years. I learned that the first written example of Japanese dates back to the 8th century. I’m amazed by the way Japanese has multiple writing systems and blends its own language with the Han characters of traditional Chinese.

My own native language is a blend of Germanic, French, Latin, and Greek origin words. I understand the blend but I am amazed by the unique way Japanese did it compared to how English did. Dipping my toes into the study of Kanji has made the process of Japanese feel like a full circle, maybe it is just the fact that Kanji seems less scary since my mind is training itself to recognize a new writing system or maybe this is progress, although small, towards understanding Japanese.

Being ready to commit my time to learning next year is a top priority.

It’s bigger than a New Year’s resolution, it’s a plan for my time next year. It is that time of year when we reflect, take stock, and dream for tomorrow. So, what are you planning for? I hope whatever it is dear reader, that it goes well and you have the confidence to chase your dream.

Domo arigato gozaimasu for spending time with me today!

Start of Something New

The process of trying something new is a strange thing. It is a step into the unknown that can be filled with excitement and trepidation. Trying something new involves getting used to a new normal or getting the hang of a new skill. You open yourself to the heights of success and the depths of failure’s despair.

When it is an experience, you have the memories, and when it is a new product what do you have left other than an item you don’t want anymore and less money in your bank account.

That’s what I am muddling through on this bright August morning – how to make sense of my experience this weekend. I bought a new product, several new products that were supposed to improve a monthly experience and they were less than underwhelming.

There was the initial excitement of shopping for the item. The hours of product reviews and research to find the right option. The excitement and hope as I opened the package that this would be as life-changing as they promised. The first try of success, the ease with which this new thing was being used. It was groundbreaking until it wasn’t.

The next day there was a failure, upon failure. This wonder item was no longer a wonder but a black spot on my palm. It drug me to the depths of disappointment and dashed my hopes upon the rocks. Waves of emotion, including a few curses washed over the day.

A day later, with a good night’s sleep and hopefully a clearer head, I try again. Instructions steeped in my mind I set out to make this blasted thing work like the product reviews. I want to be as happy as them. I give it another go, and immediately it is difficult.

But the instructions say there is a learning curve, you have to keep practicing! Let us help you with our customer service tips! Except you actually feel bombarded with more information than you know what to do with. So I keep going.

They give back, I’m doing a good thing, right? Right! You tell yourself. It’s better for the environment, but it’s damaging my calm. Keep going, you tell yourself.

It keeps getting worse, yet I keep going learning into that learning curve, with outstretched arms I want to learn this skill. Be a part of the new normal, until the failure literally slaps me and you better believe it hurts.

The wonderful promise in tatters and the guaranteed experience of better is making you see red. What was the purpose of it all? It was the start of something new.

#21 – Sewing When I Lost the Love For It

A few weeks ago I shared part one of my Spring/Summer Collection for 2023. It’s not quite a capsule wardrobe, because I think I made too many pieces for it to count as a capsule but I used the capsule/collection philosophy. By this I mean, making a selection of clothing items with the intention of mixing and matching with the other created pieces and existing items in my wardrobe. Basically one complete thought. I chose to sew the new items instead of buying them for the experience and control over the aesthetic and silhouette I saw in my head.

This was different than my Fall/Winter Collection for 2022 of which I kept one piece, the rest being presents for family and friends. With that collection, I intended to shower love and tailoring on those who have encouraged me to pursue my dream of sewing. I found it easier to stay motivated in crafting the pieces I was giving away. The perfectionist in me was wrapped in ambition and drive to showcase the best possible garment. If I am doing something for myself though, the timetable gets a little scattered.

Stuck in My Head

I began the year 2023 with some setbacks, an injury to my hand, tendonitis in my fingers, my sewing machine had a gremlin in the tensioner, and I had a blow to my confidence.

Two members of my dysfunctional family accepted their gifts with some digs to my construction and design, requesting a whole new item at my cost. I felt like a failure. If my loved ones wouldn’t accept my designs, why should I bother chasing this fashion design dream? Wouldn’t I just end up in tears again? I sat with my fabric stash for a month, reviling it, wishing it would wander off in the night. Then I remembered the resources that were spent purchasing the fabric to make a summer & spring wardrobe. Yeah, I had to keep sewing. I was going to be extremely wasteful not to.

Armed with the encouragement of my husband and my best friend, they got me back in the design frame of mind. With it being the end of February, the Western Pennsylvania weather decided it was time to ride a roller coaster of seasons – one day spring, one day summer, next day winter. Winter for a week, summer for a week, and so forth. This truly lit a fire under me because I had donated or repurposed all the shorts that didn’t fit me for the opportunity to design my own. I budgeted for fabric not shopping – it was time to stop wallowing and figure out how to design some dang shorts!

Scrap Fabric to Shorts

These were the first pair, out of scrap material from the Antrim Coat. I figured out the cut lines for the seat and leg holes from The Essentials Club on Youtube, adapting my waistband for a drawstring of a shoelace. They are a little big but I love how floaty the leg openings are!

New Found Confidence in the Skill, not the Audience

I learned that sometimes the best way to bounce back from discouragement is to keep moving forward. I sewed through it, with the right people behind me. I determined why I was sewing – not to find approval from two family members that can be fickle but instead to finish what I started. Commitment to the craft, and commitment to learning. Actually being my own customer helped me define what I like and who I want to be. Who I want to be is not a business owner with an atelier or a designer that is unconnected to hard work. Starting a shop, which was my goal in 2023, is now a thing of the past.

Sharing my clothes as gifts was a fun idea, but selling is not where I feel called to be right now. Sewing every day, although it was fun before Christmas, wrecks my shoulders and back. I actually hate it and don’t want to do it. It changed my perspective on what being a sewist and fashion designer can mean, but more on that later.

Anyways, my point is, sometimes a closed door is a waypoint for a better thing on the horizon. A setback is not always a bad thing. They reveal what we are and who we want to be. I think the important thing is to remain teachable and ready for the twists to become a better version of ourselves.

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