Graf 1 [Hands]

Here I am, staring at my hands. I'm examining every wrinkle in each knuckle, the length of each finger. I’m looking at the jewelry that’s on them, and my nails that want to grow, but I keep biting down.  I’m thinking of all the things they have done for me over the years.  They've shaken hands with every introduction to a new person.  I've used them to create art.  And over the past few years they've been my greatest asset at my job as bartender.  But I continue thinking and observing them.  I can’t help but wonder what about my hands can tell a story about me?  As I stare long and hard, I notice it’s not how my hands look or what they have already done, it’s the action they're making now.  There's a shake. My hands are displaying my anxiety and excitement of writing for what seems like the first time in years.  They are writing for my future.  I consider myself to have given up on school the moment I graduated high school 6 years ago.  As I'm jumping back into it, I realize that my hands are going to shape and mold me into the career I want and no longer be useful in just a job I have.  They won’t be used JUST to push buttons on a register, or answer a phone, or serve people. My hands are here to serve me in taking this incredible step in my life.  They show me how scared I am to take this step, but they are leading my way to success.