I’ve been playing my ukulele a lot since Christmas. I was inspired to as my oldest granddaughter, Ava, got her own ukulele from Santa Claus. We had fun playing together, and I found that my love of music has resurfaced.
I now have my finger calluses back; my badges of honor and dedication. I value them because I’m back to playing my old songs and am learning new ones. It made me think of all the other calluses we pick up in life, doing the things we love.
Back when I was in school, there were no computers, cell phones, iPads, etc. Any writing was done by hand. I developed a huge “writers’ bump” on my left left middle finger from writing with a pen. Since I loved to write, I was sort of fond of that bump; it marked me as a writer.
In my 20s, I ran two miles a day, rain or shine. I kept it up until I developed shin splits. So I switched to power-walking. Then I went on to take up Tae Kwon Do, and, in my 30s I attained four ranks of black belt. I and two other women ran a class together for a few years, and it was a lot of fun.
One day in a tournament, I received a direct kick to my right knee that sent me to the hospital for arthroscopy. Years later, I needed to have it done again. And now, decades later, I have a knee replacement.
See the pattern? The things we love to do tend to leave marks on us, either physical or mental. Each hobby I took up left its unique fingerprint on me. I can’t say that I don’t appreciate them; I do. They make me remember who I was in the past, and where I am right now, and where I may be going in the future.
I can remember way back in time when my skin was smooth, all my bones and sinews were strong, my vision was perfect, my hearing was excellent and my energy was never-ending. All along my own walk of life, I have picked up bumps and bruises, calluses and rough spots, scars and wrinkles and so on.
I find them all comforting somehow—they are the road map of my life so far, which has been well-lived. Besides—what’s a few more calluses, anyway?