Scribbles

I used to have really neat penmanship.

Smooth, straight, legible words.

Now though? Not so much.

Now when I write, it's like my hand can't keep up with my brain.

I even write in cursive to try to get the words down as fast as possible.

But when I'm finished, I often struggle to read them.

It becomes an adventure to decipher the words.

Is that a P? An R?

What the heck was I trying to say there?

Maybe I should consider becoming a doctor...

And if I can't even read it, how is anyone else supposed to?

I forgot my grocery list at home the other day.

When I called my son to ask him to read it to me, he couldn't.

He ended up texting me a picture of my list.

So I stood there, phone in hand, in the aisle at Aldi, trying to figure out if I needed carrots or cannoli.

I blame it on the pace of life these days.

The constant stimulation.

The never-ending barrage of information that floods our eyes, our brains, and our hearts.

It's no wonder it's hard to process it all fast enough to get the words out in a readable way.

Even our brains are full of scribbles.

Disjointed thoughts, fragments of ideas, bits and pieces of information that we bounce between.

The words that come out of our mouths are often rushed too, spoken in shorthand. Cryptic and open to interpretation.

I think it would be good for all of us if we found a way to slow the pace down a bit.

If we began to write, speak and think in smooth, clear words again.

Legibly, and with focus.

So we can all understand each other.

I'll start with slowing down when I write my grocery lists.

Because then I'll be sure to come home with beans and not beer.

Or maybe both 😉

Thanks for visiting my blog!

Leave a comment and tell me how my post spoke to you today.

And check out my author page on Amazon.