Papers pile up, as they often due - pages filled with scribbled residue. Tackling the stack, one by one, recognizing not all, but some. In that moment, a decision made, level up my penmanship, return to the third grade.
Apologies for the poor prose above - let’s return to the present century.
The experience recounted above, where I could not recognize my own writing set me off on a journey. Time to improve my writing. Not to become a human font generator, but for utility and beauty. You’ll find the resources I’m using below in case you wish to follow along or take a stab and improving your own written art.