Describe a little thing — one of the things you love that define you worlds but is often overlooked.
Clients hardly ever overlook my hands – because being a massage therapist, they come for me for my hands and the skill that I impart with them. But outside of work, my hands define me for what they would rather be doing.
I’d rather be writing with a pen or pencil, or typing away on some keyboard with hands that are able to relay messages into the ether and tell the stories that reside, up to that point, only in my mind.
The same hands that can show someone you care about how much you love them and care for them, and even, what you have in mind for them at that moment.
I love holding my 3-year old with these hands, something that calms him a lot and one thing that I derive pleasure from. I love touching his forehead and cheek as he sleeps, and even when he’s awake – and I’m sure as he gets older, he’ll only get more embarrassed by it.
The same hands that touch the petals of the roses that are blooming like crazy in this Southern California heat – relishing their softness before the heat sucks all the life out of them.
It’s the little things that matter in life, and though there are times when I wish I were richer, taller, more beautiful, smarter, luckier, and whatever else -er I want to be, the little things like holding a loved one and pushing a stray lock of hair from their forehead, or picking up a pen to write out a little note or sketch a happy face make me the happiest, and I know that for those little things, I’m the luckiest person in the world.