I have thoughts that make me feel very, very old. Today, I had a really devastating one:
Good penmanship is rapidly becoming obsolete, and that’s kind of a shame.
I was not taught handsome penmanship. I was taught how to write, and if it was remotely legible, I got a passing grade. I barely passed. I remember one assignment where my words were so scrunched together that I put lines between them for clarity. My teacher was not impressed by my consideration.
Here’s what I was taught:
Here’s what I wish I had been taught:
How awesome would it be to be able to create something beautiful while writing something simple like a note to myself, or a quick letter to someone on a memo in the office? It’s like being a word artist. I’m working on sketching pictures of animals right now (so far I’ve adequately completed a fox and an otter) because being able to accurately draw whatever you want is an amazing ability that I don’t currently possess. So I’m working on it. But I wonder if I should be working on my penmanship too…
NO, of course not. That would be pointless. I will never hand-write as much as I type. But it makes me sad that when I write, it’s bound to be a little scrawly and ugly. I want to make pretty words look pretty. I want to make ugly words look ironically pretty. Haha, that would be hilarious; writing some cuss-filled, horrifyingly detailed medical report in perfect cursive. New goal!
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