12/04/2017
Todayās subject matter: Handwriting
Thereās something about a personās handwriting.Ā Handwriting is a beautiful thing. As mine has progressed over time, I can notice traits of both my parents hand writing coming out in my own; my capitals look awfully like my dadās, and I do have a knack for forging my motherās signature... She knows this though (I needed it for a school note once that was due that day). Hand writing can be a beautiful thing. I could always tell my ex-partnerās handwriting in a crowd of otherās words. Thank god Iāve forgotten what that looks like.Ā Tonight, when writing letters to dear friends, I got into a certain knack with a certain pen in which all my letters flowed on to one another quite nicely. Then I had a thought.Ā A person will fall in love with this one day. It wasnāt me being vain or self-obsessed, in fact, I donāt normally have thoughts like this at all... Quite the opposite in fact. But just seeing each word carefully written out in my very own way on the paper in front of me was just... Very relaxing. I love the look of handwriting, a note book full of notes, a pen caressing a previously untouched journal page.Ā Note to self; never sayĀ ācaressing a previously untouched journal pageā ever, everĀ again. Hand writing is such a simple, profound, yet beautiful thing. I love the way people write, it can reveal so much about a person.Ā In saying that, I must warn you that, although being right handed, I can also write with my left hand, a talent that anyone can do with a few months into years of practice. It came in handy during high school, when writing notes was a thing that proved vital to my every day learning. I must learn to use this skill again, thus not to waste it.Ā Apologies. Iāve been reading a little bit of Shakespeare lately.Ā
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- LeeĀ














