The sunlight seeping through the mini-blinds pry open my eyes to the start of a new day. I slowly saunter my way through the house, still disorientated from sleep. I grab my cup of tea and prepare for what lies ahead.
In the car, I recite all that I know; I repeat potential dialects verbally to myself as if I were communicating with another human. I crack open a window and let the cold winter air sting my cheeks. The wind squeezes itself into my vehicle, filling the voids with its chill.
My feet hit the pavement. The soles of my shoes form to the rubble with each impact I make with the ground. I tune into the sound of people's footsteps of perhaps rush, eagerness, or anxiety due to maybe hitting the snooze button one too many times.
When I step into the building, warmth encompasses my entire being. When I arrive at my workplace, I crack open my mind; I am ready to engage in the work that consumes my life.
I open the book and begin the grueling process of translating each word and idea into languages that are in danger of being forgotten. It's time consuming and repetitious, but gratification in knowing I made text accessible to someone who didn't think it was possible overwhelms the negative aspects of my career. Preserving languages and keeping communication alive is my passion. My love of languages overpowers the dread of work and turns it into a hobby, or perhaps a way of life. This is where I am, and it is where I have always wanted to be. So this is where I will stay.
In the car, I recite all that I know; I repeat potential dialects verbally to myself as if I were communicating with another human. I crack open a window and let the cold winter air sting my cheeks. The wind squeezes itself into my vehicle, filling the voids with its chill.
My feet hit the pavement. The soles of my shoes form to the rubble with each impact I make with the ground. I tune into the sound of people's footsteps of perhaps rush, eagerness, or anxiety due to maybe hitting the snooze button one too many times.
When I step into the building, warmth encompasses my entire being. When I arrive at my workplace, I crack open my mind; I am ready to engage in the work that consumes my life.
I open the book and begin the grueling process of translating each word and idea into languages that are in danger of being forgotten. It's time consuming and repetitious, but gratification in knowing I made text accessible to someone who didn't think it was possible overwhelms the negative aspects of my career. Preserving languages and keeping communication alive is my passion. My love of languages overpowers the dread of work and turns it into a hobby, or perhaps a way of life. This is where I am, and it is where I have always wanted to be. So this is where I will stay.
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