So I previously mentioned that I was going to expound to you
the beauty of the Spanish phrase No me
nace (Pronounced No May NAW Say, roughly). This has turned out to be more
than a bit ironic because the phrase roughly translates to "I don't want
to." And that is pretty much how I feel about everything lately.
I need to reapply to PA school but I don’t want to (I
managed to get an interview this last application cycle, but ultimately didn't
get in). I need to write those blog posts I said I would write, but I don't want
to. I need to make some positive changes in my life, but I don't want to. Blah.
The thing about the phrase no me nace is that while it translates as “I don't want to” it is
actually much more poetic and full in its original language. A more literal
translation would be "It is not born of me", as if desire was a budding
life form that required a human incubator to come into existence. In that
sense, no me nace is a more powerful
descriptor than a simple I don't want to.
I'm not quite sure how to feel about that, considering that no me nace has become the chief refrain
of my life lately. I think I would be more worried about it if I was feeling
really depressed or sad or something. But except for that slightly worrying and
atypical lack of desire within me, I think I am doing ok. I just apparently
have become quite dispassionate about everything. Is that normal?
Then again, I did manage to write a blog post. I guess I’ll
take that as a good sign : )
