Writing long hand brings me satisfaction. Talking on the phone brings me contentment. As long as the person responds to my monologues and rants of unrequited love, I will continue to dial 1-800-273-8255. Incoming mail is sweet like honey, but outgoing correspondence is a dreaded habit. As long as the government continues to charge a tax for postal services, I will merrily receive my fan mail.
Considering the present condition of my hands, writing in cursive is now more artistic than ever. It’s ironic how someone can be perceived as ugly, and yet still create something BEAUTIFUL.
A friend of mine suggested that I should pursue writing…He’s write, but what am I chasing after?
Where’s Waldo?
No Facebook. No Instagram. Give me a pen and notepad, and I’ll get to the BLOGGER later.
#Oldschool
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Currently reading: The Grapes of Wrath
Currently listening: Top Cello Covers of Popular Songs 2018
Pain level: 2
Writing long hand is almost a lost art form. I prefer it.
ReplyDeleteA friend once said there are two types of beauty; objective and subjective. Your writing is both.
Thank you for sharing your journey with us.
I will continue to support the postal service!
Thank you Mrs. Terry for your continued support. Blessings!
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