Day 8- Lost in translation

I’ve never been good at explaining my thoughts. I keep my emotions inside and don’t care to share with those around me. For the past 20 years that has been by choice. Now, it’s because I can’t adequately express myself in words that will be understood by those around me.  It’s not that I don’t know what I’m feeling. I do! I know exactly what’s going on inside my head and in my heart. I just can’t get it through my brain and out my mouth. Here’s the thing. I know approximately 50 words of this language. Even those don’t help me express myself. Those only serve to help me ask how one is doing, where the bathroom is, and how much something costs. Ok…that might be an exaggeration. Sometimes I can remember how to ask what time it is too.  When I was in the states and people would ask me how I was, I’d always say “fine,” just because it was normally a quick question as we were passing each other on the sidewalk. Now when people ask me how I’m doing, I say “I’m well,” because that’s the only thing I know how to say. On Sunday at church, someone asked me how I was. I said, “estoy triste,” hoping to convey the fact that I was tired. Someone later informed me that I had told the person I was sad.  I quickly tried to explain that I wasn’t sad, I was just tired and had mixed up the two words. He kept asking me why I was sad. I wasn’t sad! I simply confused the words! I’m at the point now that I would LOVE to say something other than “I’m fine.” I just can’t seem to pick the right words to express my feelings.