Marginalia

Writing & Typing

16 July 2026 1619 HRS

I feel like writing today, but I can't seem to find the words to put into writing typing.

Ah, writing and typing. Reminds me of this weird trait of mine

I have an unhealthy obsession with notebooks.

I'm not a notebook collector, just to be clear, but I do, on occasion, purchase notebooks on a whim, especially when I like what I see and how the pages feel.

That's it.

That's the criteria, that's the "checks & balances" that apply to notebook purchases. And then I tuck them on some shelf where I lose track of them, only to find one again a couple weeks later, fall in love with it again, and try to write in it—which brings me to the next point, as to why I have an unhealthy stack of notebooks, but most of them are blank or partially filled.

I suck at penmanship.

If my writing is so-so, my penmanship is a few disorganized strokes away from being a cross between hieroglyphics and a doctor's Rx script (sorry, doctors). I want to write in my notebooks, but don't have the confidence in my penmanship to write anything down—whether it's just musings, journaling, learning something. I instantly feel demotivated to write it, and have resorted to typing it down.

I still have the desire to handwrite everything, stemming from seeing those wonderfully penned journals by historical figures such as Theodore Roosevelt—and I never really got to experience handwriting class. I also just remembered I have a thick volume on Spencerian handwriting, or whatever business cursive handwriting is called. I've given up on sans serif type handwriting (they look more like shapes than letters, much less words), and have tried to look for a handwriting style that balances elegance and legibility (don't want to write in ribbons now, do we?).

Took a quick break from writing this to look up styles. So there's Getty-Dubay, Palmer, and Spencerian. I'll consider it, given the enormous list of things I want to do, which is not limited to the following:

  1. Become a good husband.
  2. Lose weight, get ripped. (I'm tired of seeing myself as Chubby.)
  3. Pursue swimming lessons. (I know how to not drown, and I swim like a dog.)
  4. Handwriting sucks. Improve it. ← Handwriting might move positions.
  5. Learn drawing.
  6. Learn coding.
  7. Learn a language.
  8. Start a business.
  9. Get rich. Be financially independent of wage or circumstance. (That'll take a load off my shoulders.)
  10. Travel the world with the wife.

Still working out the details on how to, but I've been trying to do these and my mind is all over the place, really. So hopefully continued writing just unloads everything, and in navigating the mess that is my thoughts, I get to finally put my ducks in order and pursue, or drop, or re-prioritize what's on my list.

I'm stopping here, as I'm sort of inspired again to plan and do something. I'm 35 going on 36—I ain't giving up and doing life on autopilot.