A few days ago, I dealt with the most difficult task — to write with my wrong hand.
In my script writing class, I was challenged to use my wrong hand, my left hand, for at least three hours. Then, I must record the things I did with my wrong hand in my creative journal using my wrong hand.
Doing the simplest things with my left hand was quite hard, but writing proved to be the hardest. Not only did it require an extended time to accomplish, but also demanded extra effort to keep my hand from shaking. I decided to write an elementary rhyme poetry just to attempt fun when I’m actually struggling with the difficulty. Do I dare to share the silly poem I wrote? Yes I do:
An accepted challenge
Three hours and a wrong hand
I wrote with pen on paper
I typed on phone and computer
I turned the key in the lock
I managed to put on a sock
I flipped the pages of my book
I held my spoon and ate my food
I put my shoes on effortless
I wiped and wore my purple glasses
I combed my hair into imperfection
I stirred my caffeinated concoction
I turned the knob on the washing machine
I opened the door out and in
All these I accomplished
with undeliberate slowness
using my left hand
Writing with my left hand was a real struggle, but it was fun. An exercise I can torture myself with repeatedly while at the same time laughing at my fails. I did fail miserably, but it was part of the creative adventure. Indeed, I learned that I should indulge in silliness like this once in a while because by doing so I discovered that my left hand, a part of me I usually take for granted, can also create magic — though not great art, still a product of another unexpected creativity flow.
And this is the messy result
(well, part of it):