“WHERE THE HELL IS “Q”?” I shout at my Macbook Air, damming the thing to hell. My classmate sitting next to me looks concerned.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“I’m learning the Dvorak keyboard layout.”
“The what?”
I lean back and sigh heavily, staring helplessly at my computer screen.
“Never mind.” I reply as the on-screen word per minute count displays a pathetic 23.
That has been my life for the past few days. I think Tynan described the feeling of utter confusion and frustration best when he used the word impotent. That is exactly as it feels. So many years of the keys being in the same place. So many years of being good at something. And suddenly everything has changed.
I’m listening to an audio book recording of Neil Strauss’ Emergency, and as I type this (very, very slowly) I can’t help but make the connection between learning such a drastic new skill (and letting go of the past) and being mentally prepared for a change in life. I have read that many people, when they lose their job, don’t change their spending patterns at all. They all go slowly into debt while in this state of change denial. I believe that flexing the adaptation mile helps with preparing for big adjustments in the future.
I am using Ten-Thumbs Typing Tutor and I’ve officially learned all the keys for Dvorak. Now I must pick the speed up by at least 150% by the time NaNoWriMo starts (3 days from now) or its back to Querty I go. I can’t afford to hunt and peck this years novel.
I know this post has been fascinating, but I must get some sleep. I will post again before NaNoWriMo starts.
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Curious about how slow I am? This post took 26 minutes to type.
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