These are the hands of a 36 year old woman... not a 60 year old man....
I work with my hands. I cut wood, I sand, I paint, I build things... I also do the dishes, clean the house, cook, and take care of business... I also garden. It takes it's toll.
I have man hands.
I've never had the most beautiful hands. They've always been strong... with short fingers... a bit thick.... but strong and very capable. Now, they're cracked and calloused. My nails are trashed. I have cuts, scars, and bruises.
Today, I worked in the garden for hours and it shows. I can scrub and scrub, but they won't come clean.... I guess I just need to give it time. Time heals all wounds, right? Or in this case, lets the dirt wear off a bit more gradually than continuing to scrub them to a bloody pulp.
I thought about asking for help... trying to find ways to minimize the impact of "life" on my hands... but I like my hands. They tell my story.
What do your hands say about you?
A work in progress