Today is National Handwriting Day. I’ll just go ahead and pretend this is more important than it really is.
Some of you out there (you know who you are) are blessed with handwriting that is an art in and of itself–handwriting that others want to see and possibly even spend money on.
I am not one of those fortunate few.
I have been cursed with a sloppy hand. So bad I was even given multiple unsatisfactory grades for handwriting in elementary school. Seriously. That happens.
I’ve tried to overcompensate. I’ve tried to make my writing interesting, or at least legible. I spent years writing out everything I possibly could, from my original writings to rewriting things I liked. Or rewriting my own writings, then rewriting again. Seriously.
I had calligraphy sets. I bought fancy pens. I bought numerous notebooks and journals and albums hoping they’d prompt me to clean up my act.
They didn’t. I tried, but it was of no consequence.
I have bad hand writing.
It’s boring. It’s sloppy. It’s immemorable.
Even at its most legible . . . blah.
Thankfully, I belong to a time where your handwriting won’t make or break you. We’ve got keyboards (I should also mention I don’t know how to type . . . no really), voice recognition software, smart phones that help isolate you from your sloppy penmanship.
But I still long for the type of handwriting that evokes jealousy. Ughhh. I’ll just keep hiding behind this keyboard.