My communication was pretty clear until I moved to the Seychelles.
I then got told that I can’t talk the way I do. (After numerous places, it was by the way the first country with English as official language). It was considered harsch, fast, intimidating, direct, unpolite. Suddenly I found myself in the struggle of polite-nising, fluffy-ing and wish-washing my language, translating thoughts from my mother tongue, over my growing-up-countrie’s language into English… I re-read and re-wrote mails, re-thought every word I said and finally found myself unable to breathe of all this talking-thinking. whatever I did, it was never good enough (more about these characters soon).
It’s 2015. Seychelles is history. I again loosened up. my expressions might not be to everyone’s liking, but they are pretty clear and they will always come from my heart, and a place of loving. I learned how to express my desires. and whenever appropriate, I say what I feel. and only feel.
‘Let’s remember how to talk to one another. For real. And let’s have the courage to talk about the uncomfortable things and the things we really want.’