37 SECONDS

Gallardia
Gallardia

I am one of those people who could easily, depending on the size (of course), wear the shirt that says, “I’m correcting your grammar in my head as you speak.” For as often and as many mistakes as I make in typing, whether it be grammatical or in the area of spelling or punctuation, it still bothers me to see spelling errors in something typed professionally that I know was edited by someone. Or punctuation done improperly. Or ill-grammar usage. Even though it is a pet peeve of mine, I make just as many blunders and they slip by unnoticed. I don’t get frustrated with the writer (myself excluded), just over the mistakes. Maybe it’s part of having OCD (obsessive compulsive days).

Unfortunately, it happens now, more than ever. Take today for example…
I filled out a form today that asked my name, my email, and to check a little box. That’s it. So, I filled out my name, my email, and left the little box unchecked.
37 seconds.
37 seconds is what it took to fill out my name, my email, and the ignore that little box.
I used to type at 72 wpm. When I first started having tremors it began to decrease to 65, then 60, and who knows what it is now – probably 10-ish or even less. And it frustrates me because one of the greatest joys in my life is writing.
Writing articles, children’s stories, devotions, inspirational stories, and so much more. But it can be sooooo frustrating because the going can be sooooo slow and full of errors and mistakes and going back and fixing and fixing and fixing. Whatever the reason, I keep doing it because I love it and believe that for some reason that I don’t understand, God wants me to keep doing it. Perhaps it’s because often it is therapy for when I am weary. Perhaps it’s encouragement for others. Perhaps it’s something else.
I don’t struggle with tremors as much after having surgery for DBS (Deep Brain Stimulation), but I do struggle with making my fingers work the way I want them to. They seem to have a mind of their own. Yes, I want to throw the computer out the window sometimes. Writing by hand isn’t an option. No one would be able to read it by the second line.
But… I keep on. I have to keep on. I don’t have an option. Writing is a lifeline. It is a joy. It is a gift God gave to me and since He hasn’t asked for it back, I will keep using it as long as I have breath. Until then, anyone know of a really good program for those who are ‘writing-impaired’? I’m trying to better my typing speed.

2 thoughts on “37 SECONDS

  1. I can relate, it is hard to go from a management level career to a 63 yr old woman who can no longer sign her name legibly. My family appreciates my text messages because they know how long it takes me. My life in the slow lane has given me time to edit my thoughts, perhaps choose softer more loving words. I care much less about the little things that used to stress me out. I keep waiting for my special gift of creativity but haven’t found it yet. LOL!! I enjoy your blogs, and I appreciate you taking the time to share with us.

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