The Curious Case of My Handwriting
For years, people have complimented my handwriting. And me? I’ve always brushed it off, playing the humble card like a pro. “Oh, it’s nothing,” I’d say, though secretly, I basked in the quiet joy of knowing my letters could make someone pause mid-page. Fast forward to now: after a 20-year break from formal learning, I’ve joined a weekend class. Yes, me back to studying after two whole decades. But that’s a story for another day. Today, let’s talk about my handwriting. It’s complicated. Gone are the days of perfectly aligned letters and elegant loops. My writing now is mood-driven chaos: some days it leans right, some days left and occasionally it goes in directions I didn’t even know existed. Scribbles? Sure. But apparently, it is still worthy of praise. When I shared my class notes recently, the compliments came rolling in. And I had to laugh. Really? You are praising this scribble? But being me, I also had to show a “Then Vs. Now” for perspective. I dug up my colleg...
