I've realized at times...
I don't always notice what is on my hands.
As I leave out the door...
I got paint or ink still remaining, for others to see.
I could be ashamed...
I'm not !
My hands tell a story.
I am an artist, a creator,
grow healthy vegetables for my family to enjoy,
stitch a doodle, hammer, saw, and sometimes drill.
these hands at times, can look a bit worn and over worked...
I am okay with that !
What story does your hands tell...?
Enjoy your Tuesday.