I found some old report cards a while back. Most of them mentioned my handwriting. And it’s true, I do have terrible handwriting. Every once in a while I can write beautifully, but for the most part I feel a bit of a disconnect between my brain and my fingers when I pick up a pen.
For years I printed my recipes from the computer. It was a pain, as I add new ones pretty regularly and my computer is nowhere near my kitchen. I finally gave in and started handwriting them. After all, my (imaginary) grandkids most likely aren’t going to look at my old box of tattered cards and think critical thoughts about my printing. They’ll associate these bent and sometimes messy bits of paper with good smells and good food. In the greater scheme of things, neatness doesn’t count after all.