Short post today. I just have to get something off my chest.
There’s something I’ve been keeping hidden for a long time–you could call it my dark passenger. I’ve chosen not to share it, even among friends and colleagues, for the disdain and disappointment it would surely bring. But I can shun my true identity no longer; I have to confront my demons head-on, and that requires being honest with myself as well as the world.
You may need to sit down for this–oh, you’re already sitting. That’s convenient. Are you ready?
Alright, here goes:
Shame. Shame. Shame.
I’m a terribly slow typist. Well, maybe “terribly” is overstating it a tad, given that 40 words per minute is usually cited as the average typing speed. But for someone who makes a substantial part of their living off of their computer skills, my typing abilities are tremendously subpar.
To add to the embarrassment, I’m nowhere near touch-typing capability. That being said, I’m not entirely a hunt-and-pecker either–but in general, I can’t go more than a few short words without stealing a downward glance, and my ring and pinky fingers rarely get their exercise.
Now, as a designer, I’m not entirely lost on a keyboard. I feel quite at home on Photoshop and the rest of the Creative Cloud, where I would pit my shortcut chops against another professional’s any day. But when it comes to actually composing text via type–arguably the most basic measure of computer literacy–I’m in a sorry state indeed.
So, add one more item to the list of things I want to improve in 2017. Let’s see if I can get up to oh, say, 75 WPM by year’s end? At least then I’ll be able to look my fellow creatives in the face.