“When nothing goes right, go left.”
I tried on a top with that quote. The quote’s great, the top, on the other hand, looked awful on me. I’m not one of those women who look like sexy beasts even if they wear too huge and loose-fitting clothes. I need to choose more carefully. But that’s not the point. Being a left-handed person is.
I’ve always been left-handed, being fortunate enough the be born at a time when it wasn’t frowned upon anymore. No one tried to teach me to do everything with my right hand. I was left with my left and this was fine with me. I do use the scissors with my right hand because most scissors are more convenient to use with one’s right hand. I do remember how my hands hurt when I learned to knit at school. I was doing it the same way as everyone else and this made my hands hurt. For me, this wasn’t the most natural position of hands, that is.
I’m proud of being left-handed. It is thought that the brains of left-handers work differently and they/us are able to use a wider range of abilities. A left-handed person could be talented in more ways than their right-handed friend just because of a brain that works slightly differently! No wonder, trying to survive in a world where the majority is right-handed, you need to be creative. Majority, minority. So far, I haven’t heard of any political party promising benefits for left-handed people. Wonder, how far they’d reach anyway?
I’m proud to be left-handed. I notice it when other people are left-handed, too. When I see a fellow leftie, I kind of want to hug them. It’s like being in the same secret club. Like being special. I’ve always wanted to be special, out of the ordinary. Being born as a left-handed Estonian (the world has only about 1M Estonians, most of them right-handed anyway!), I am quite special already.
What’s your dominant hand? Do you obsess about, maybe even just a little bit?
1. Own and live in a house.
Didn’t do too much of anything, kept fussing about this and that. Pre-marathon time. Ah, almost forgot, I did start working on a new translation project. A small one, but helps to pay the bank loan we have on our piece of land.
2. Write AND publish a book.
Another morning in the company of the Writing Magazine. Loads of writing plans floating inside my head, waiting to come to life.
3. Win a major race.
An easy run in preparation of the marathon. Fine. Followed by a long massage, me at the receiving end. Let’s do it, Milan!
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