Yesterday was International Lefthanded Day and today I am feeling very left-handed. Funny, since I really do not
know what that means. I was born left-handed and have been left-handed
my whole life, but today I think I feel it. Yeah, sort of does not make
sense. It just that today I woke up focused on being left-handed. I am
not sure I have ever done that before.
I have always
known that I was left-handed. My mother told me I was before I went to
school. She taught me how to write so that I would not write upside
down. She sat across from me and told me to hold my pencil like she did.
I did and that saved me a lot of grief in school. I distinctly remember
my various teachers exclaiming "Oh no! She is left-handed". Then
sighing with relief and saying "I am so glad she already knows how to
write". I also remember not learning how to bowl because all of the
little left-handed kids were put on a lane away from the others and left
there to 'just play'.
Being left-handed never seemed a
big issue to me. It amazes me that others make a big deal out of it.
When a person says to me "I did not know you were left-handed". I always
wonder why it matters. I never think of a person in terms of their
handedness. Does it really matter? Is it really important? Okay, there
are times when it is. When I get a mouse for my computer that curves the
wrong way, when I played softball and needed a glove, and probably some
other ways that it is just too early in the morning for me to think
about. But for whatever reason, I woke up today feeling left-handed. It
wasn't a bad feeling, just a knowing feeling.
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