Is it possible to slow time down a bit? Have I already asked that?
For my ability to not panic too much during an interpretation, I know my weaknesses have not improved yet. Practice, practice, missy.
With this cold-that-won't-quit, I have learned an unexpected lesson. When the cough caused my voice to turn to a whisper it was a good time to sign more with my friends as a forced style of communication. But today, Saturday, is when the lesson really hit home. I spent the day with hearing friends with no sign experience and I longed so deeply to just sign. Having this language and being unable to use it was frustrating. Thinking of so many people who have only one language - a foreign language - and are sequestered into a corner of life because they are not "normal" is sickening.
I'd like to expound on that, but my energy is sapped. I know there are more "good" people than "bad". Some days I look around and think what an unfair lot life dishes out. And yes, I am far from perfect, but I hope that every day my mind opens a little more.
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