I hate writing manually. First, I have truly awful handwriting, handwriting that is so bad that I once had to stay several weeks after school to practice. But the thing is, it didn’t get any better, and even when I try very hard to write carefully (for applications and such), it still is often indecipherable. Second, it is slow and laborious (at least for me) to write.
But I love typing. I always have. Along with Film Study and Senior Health, I thought typing was the most valuable class I took in High School. And these past few months, I’ve really come to enjoy putting my thoughts down on this blog/journal. Will these words have any great importance tomorrow? Will my kids or grandkids sit down and read these decades from now? Heck no! My grandpa took months to record his life story on audio tapes before he died, and although the family cherishes them to this day no one has actually listened to them – they just sit in a dusty shoebox in someone’s closet (I don’t even know who has them anymore 🙂 ). The reality is, *I* will probably never read any of these words again.
But I am enjoying this. It is fun. Ronald Reagan always like journaling because it helped crystalize his thoughts, and my doctor recommended a journal as I recovered from illness since it transfers stress from our brain to paper.