Day H in the Blogging from A to Z challenge. It’s all about my hands, as in “My hands, a love story”.
I have never been fond of the look of my hands. Short fingers, slightly chubby, very light skin. Not the ideal fingers for promotional photos to showcase rings. Not that this ever mattered or was an issue, it was more that I was… indifferent to my hands.
At some point, during the jeweller training, there was a clear shift in how I perceived my own hands. I spent a great number of hours every week, learning to use different tools and techniques. I learned that my hands could do amazing things.
I was witnessing, closely, from the first row, the progress and performance of my hands. I could not care less what they looked like, they became my best friends. My hands and eyes came to work together, to practice, fine tune all the movements over and over again. They were with me intensely those years.
Dear hands, I still love you! I am sorry for those years in the past when I cared more about your looks. I am so grateful to have you with me.
I can not even think what my life would be like without you.