I thought I was "RIGHT"

My first challenge was wrapping my fingers around the pen and having a firm grip on it whilst still being able to write comfortably. Then it was adjusting the angle of my book to complement my grip of the pen - which took a while; I tried having the centre of my book perfectly aligned with my body, but that restricted my left arm's movements and I thus had to compensate for that by overworking my left wrist and fingers... they got tired and so I tried a different angle; this time with the center of my book perpendicular to my body; and guess what? the opposite effect, my left arm was liberated while my left wrist and fingers' movements were restricted; the result was that my pen made erratic jerks in directions my brain didn't consent with but which were fully support by my rebellious left hand. The next logical thing to do was to find the half way mark, so I positioned the center of my book at a 45 degree angle to my body, and Voila! I had more control over my left arm's movements and could go on writing for longer before periodically resting my arm. Of course my handwriting was illegible (as not even I could make out what I wrote) but at least I wrote with my left hand for an hour and covered 1 1/8 pages. I really expected pushing a pen to be way easier than pulling it, but I was wrong; using your left hand is a skill that has to be practised, there are so many technicalities that need to be considered, it's not merely doing everything the opposite way to how you do it with your right hand - your left hand might not be comfortable with doing things that way, so you need to find what is most suitable for both your right hand and your left. You might view both arms as twins but you must treat them as individuals; they prefer it that way. After this experience of being left handed, I immediatley felt off balance when walking and uncertain as to which arm I should use when. I think my brain had become so attuned to using my left hand that it started neglecting my right hand every now and again; and i was fully conscious of this as it happened. So I had to draw the line between the two so that each hand could know its place, for small tasks like opening the fridge and pouring juice into a cup, i can use my left hand; but for bigger responsibilities, I let my more experienced right hand take its place. I thought I was right, but i guess now I'm ambidextrous.