Day Three

It’s only the second official day of being left handed.

And I have failed.

I did so well this morning. I did everything that I needed with my left hand.

But then I got to my Gateway class. We had some people from the financial aid office come speak to us, and I needed to write down some info about scholarships for next year really quickly, and I just grabbed my pen and started writing as fast as I could so I could keep up with them.

It didn’t even cross my mind until now that I was using my right hand instead of my left. It’s just so natural. I didn’t even think about it. I thought I had done so well today, but in reality, I failed this morning. Agh. It’s just so hard.

It’s honestly so hard to remember to use my left hand. I put a hair tie on my left wrist so I’ll remember (kind of like tying a ribbon on your finger). But it’s still really hard.

I ate some soup for dinner tonight. Still so hard to eat. I feel like a toddler learning how to hold my utensils again. It’s actually kind of comical. As I sat in my lounge and ate tonight, my friend looked over at me and said, “Man you look like an idiot.”

Thanks, girl. Thanks.

But I bet I do. I can’t hold it correctly and I feel so clumsy. Oh well. Hoping that will get better throughout the month.