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I'm having a Coke, a vape and a smoke and later some wine and I'll be fine but I'm trying to remember the last time I wrote in cursive and trying to see if I even remember how?
This is a skill I would not like to forget but wow! Am I ever rusty! I can't even write I properly. Okay, maybe I just got it? At least how to make a a capital "I".
I understand that many schools are no longer even teaching cursive but when and where is it used in the world and in your life instead of printing?
Do some people always write in "longhand"?
I spend all my life planted in front of a screen. I don't remember the last time I sent or received a hand written letter? Probably before screens and that's a shame.
I'm trying to remember how to write the letters and how they transition and connect to one another and some I'm not even sure I'm doing right?
I write a lot as anyone that's ever tried to wade through some of my mega posts knows. I used to write a lot on paper and must say that I am getting a certain satisfaction from the feel of a willing and delicious pen gliding across smooth and receptive paper.
I used to keep a written journal. I started it in 1976 when I was 21 and knew sex change surgery was scheduled and in the works within months. This was the most important thing in my life back then. (I'm almost 62 now) The last time I made an entry was on the 8th of November, 1992 when I began to question things and talked to myself about my then seven year old marriage that made it to 12 before I booked.
I started this little black book to document the completion of my medical transition from the sex I was born as to the gender that I was which had already been previously well established and acknowledged. People today make YouTube videos. I had been living fully as a girl for several years. from the time I was 18 at that point and had already had several different jobs, boyfriends, girlfriends, etc,. This little book has some incredible and interesting stories of crushes, loves, hopes, dreams, fears and life events and sometimes crushing problems or joys important enough to write down. I've been through a lot that doesn't even seem like part of my life anymore but every entry in this journal is written in cursive unlike my normal sloppy printing.
I do write a lot - I always have but since computers, it all seems to be digital? Documents and files have replaced shoe boxes of paper and in many ways, that's a loss.
I've recently gone through some long sealed boxes with things that were mine and some that were my mother's that passed away in 1980 at the age of 48. I've found pen pal letters that were actually letters, drafts I've written and replies I have received. I found love letters written but never sent and letters between my grandmother and my mother and letters from my biological father that never really understood me but tried. I also found many old pictures, some dating back to the 1930's and '40's and some photos of my early childhood. The digital legacy we leave will never be the same.
So, to answer my own question, tonight is the last time I've tried to write in cursive that I can remember. As I get a feel for it and it starts to come back and flow, it reminds me of the headspace or different parts of the brain that become engaged that don't when pounding away on a keyboard. I need to do this more often.
It's funny, my handwriting sucks whether I'm writing cursive or printing but my printing is at least generally legible.
If I were to write a heartfelt love letter with passion from the heart, I might try to write in cursive because it is more flowery and emotive or at least seems to touch a different part of my feelers?
This book was purchased new on 10-14-76 in Phoenix, Arizona. My intent is to carry this book to Colorado to record my feelings and experiences during my hospitalization for sex reassignment surgery which is now finally scheduled after many years of struggle.
Volume I is a notebook first entered into on 2-3-73 while still in high school. At that time I had just turned 18 the month prior and had made the first progress towards becoming physically female by starting hormones.
I shall continue to use this journal in the same way that the previous one was used. Perhaps one day in the future this book will provide as much amusement and reflective insight as its predecessor?
It is quite appropriate that at a time in my life full of endings and beginnings, I start this new journal. It is my hope that these pages will not be filled with as much unhappiness and frustration as the last but rather show hope and a new inclination toward the positive?