Today I decided to buy a scrub brush. For my hands.
It feels good to be back working with nature, and getting my hands dirty, quite literally. I finally took a good look at my hands in the shower today, and I saw that although I was washing the surface, the grit ran deep into the new cracks, calluses, and nicks. I spent a good 15 minutes scrubbing my hands clean. Actually clean.
A deep sense of gratitude washed over me. I felt clean, like a new slate. Going out and being the person I want to be. Closing the gap between talking the talk, and walking the walk.
I finally have the freedom to be exactly who I want to be. I suppose I always had it, but today, I acknowledge the step towards that person. I will fail. I will struggle. And I will make many mistakes. But I will also win. I will also accomplish. And I will also do better.
So it may be another week before my hands are this clean again, but I will smile the smile of joy, at the little things.
I love this new life. I'm finally home.