Is It Me...?

I'm sure many of you aren't surprised my letter writing project nearly dwindled after the first letter. But, I bet you'll be surprised to learn it's not because I don't have ideas (I know, I'm a blabber mouth), but because of my terrible handwriting. As I type this post, my fingers flow over the keyboard (at least 70 WPM), while maintaining pace with the plethora of thoughts running through my brain). However, actually sitting down with a pen (don't kill me, I prefer pencil) and writing the letters is becoming challenging.

The first letter I sent was to MSgt Rieper. I wrote, erased, wrote, erased, threw papers away again, again, again. It took me two weeks to finally finish a one-page letter just to introduce myself and ask about him. Why is that? Have we become a society so dependent on typing or texting our thoughts we literally forget how to write the letters of the alphabet? Of course, I'm sure my elementary school teachers can attest to my extremely poor penmanship, but I don't recall it being worse than my two-year-old. And, I don't have any excuses. My grandfather and aunt have your typical medical professional handwriting, but they were saving lives or eyeballs, perfect excuses. I, on the other hand, spend my days working on a computer and am afraid I've forgotten how to write. Hey, at least I know what pen and paper look like.

So, my task for the next week is fight through the starting overs and get these letters out to my Aunt Ellen (she needs some smiles from her grand niece) and to my dear friend Mary (who I'm trying to avoid e-mailing, although I have many questions about our upcoming trip).