Feeling like a 3-year-old
Last Tuesday I quit working at trinket.io. The next day I broke my hand. Unrelated.
The timing is somewhat ironic though; I quit to help out more with Maddie’s continuing medical issues, and this definitely makes it harder to help.
Given that I’m very right-hand dominant, it’s been an enlightening week.
It turns out there are literally dozens of things that you think you have mastered — but you have actually only mastered doing them with one particular hand. Brushing your teeth with the wrong hand, for example, is awkward but still very possible. Hammering a nail, on the other hand? Almost impossible.
Eating with the wrong hand is odd; it feels almost like trying to handle a fork with thick leather gloves on.
But the one that really made me laugh was trying to use a knife.
This morning Sydney (age 3) and I made a PB&J sandwich together. And we were equally bad at it!
Handling the knife left handed, specifically… you just don’t realize how many subtle hand movements go into the simple act of spreading peanut butter… all the little angle changes… the pressure has to be just right… one slip either way and your either glomming it on in huge dollops or leaving bare spots.
It sounds annoying, but it was actually pretty amusing. And in fact it has been a nice week of mindfulness — I’ve paid far more attention to the little everyday things, since I’ve been forced to tackle them with the dexterity of a 3-year-old.