I got the idea to share my handwriting here from the 20SB weekly blogging prompt. I’ve always found handwriting interesting, and anything handwritten is inevitably more personal than something typed, texted, or otherwise word-processed. Both of my parents have impeccable handwriting, which I’m sure has a lot to do with the era in which they went to school. I wonder what sort of emphasis is placed on handwriting in elementary classrooms these days. I remember “Cursive Day” in third grade, which was celebrated by my teacher as a coming-of-age holiday for us — our lives would never be the same again, since we would be required to turn in all assignments in cursive from this day forward, for the rest of our schooling careers. I can’t remember ever being required to write a paper in cursive after that — every teacher in middle school and beyond was happy to accept any style of handwriting as long as it was legible, and they all preferred final drafts to be typed. These days I can barely even remember how to write in cursive. My handwriting has gotten worse in recent years from disuse, which makes me sad both because my handwriting is sloppy now, but also because I think handwriting is a dying art, and I want to preserve it.
I swear I’m really trying to write more, both on this blog and in my journal.
P.S. Thanks to Allison for being my moleskine muse.