Under every warm pile of pillows, there’s a knife.
Every single time I feel like I should relax and take it easy, there would be something that strikes me back to the reality – how not so very professional I am, how not so very cool I am, and how long the way I have to go to be a better me.
I did very well in the working trip to the Netherlands and Finland, but I down – performed in a very casual meeting today.
Anyway, I could take a few notes about how to become an interpreter. First, skills build up slowly, but fade off within a puff. Second, gesturing during the process of interpretation is so darn uncool. Third, being calm and you’ll be taken more seriously.
Being uncomfortable is so much better for me. Now that I realize.