To some degree, although much of it was trained out of me by a right-handed world.
I'm fairly strongly left-handed. When I was a child the school system didn't know how to deal, so I learned to write cursive with my paper skewed the wrong direction to create that desirable slant, requiring a hairpin turn at the wrist. At the time I could do it, but now that I'm older, handwriting for any length of time hurts.
In college--this is a large state university--all the desks were right-handed. I had to sit on the right side of the classroom, turn sideways in my seat, and use my lap and a binder as a replacement desk.
I never got very good at guitar because the teachers I had could not teach for the left-handed player. So I played right-handed, meaning I could finger chords very well but strum and pluck clumsily at best.
However, at home I was allowed to be my left-handed self, so I sew, scissor, stir, scrub, vacuum, move my piece on a board game, hold cards, etc. favoring my left.
Maryn, aware that if her left hand is busy, she cannot blow her nose holding the Kleenex in her right hand
