Old Hands

When I was younger I always remember thinking that my hands gave away my age. That they weren't the hands of a mature woman who had lived her life, but that they were the hands of a teenage girl who was naive, scared, uneducated, little--green.

Recently my hands have looked so different. Perhaps it's because I am seeing them though different eyes…but they now look like the hands of a woman who is empowered, strong, scared, mature, and green.

I can't wait to see what they will look like next year…