Write my life in cursive

I have decided I want my life to be lived out in cursive.  Yes, I am aware that this seems a rather strange thing to say.  At the enlightened age of 47, I have decided that I desire the days of print to be fewer, taken over, if you will, by more days of cursive.  What do I mean by this, you ask?

It’s quite simple really.  I have always been a very structured, straightforward person and although there is nothing wrong with that, I sometimes find myself caught up in the predictable.

You see print is straight, plain and easy to foretell.  It often has sharp edges, taut lines, without much room for improvement.  There isn’t a whole lot of bending, or give and take to it.

However, cursive is pretty and it catches the eye with its beautiful gyrations, its curviness, its varied form and twisting, turning lines.  Some exhibitions of cursive writing are glamorous and others are hideous, but they all add character and personality to a hand written note.

To sum it all up and conclude, I want more fun, more beauty, more unpredictability, more excitement and not so much structure and precision.  I’ve been learning and living this lately and I’m happier than ever because of it!

Don’t get me wrong, I wish to remain predictable and structured in the areas where people are counting on me, where I have a job to do.  I’m referring to the downtime, the days off, the vacations and the day to day moments of refreshing.  I want to continue on this course of learning to abandon my rigid plan and get out there and live and do and love like there is no tomorrow.  Because, you never know, there might not be.  Blessings!