I’m heading out to Parris Island for boot camp. See you in 13 weeks!
I found out yesterday that I could be leaving as soon as Monday for boot camp. I’ve been put on stand by, so the chances of me actually leaving are about 50/50. I was going to set up a queue before I left, but since my ship date has been pushed forward two weeks, I’m not sure if I’ll have the time.
Just thought I’d give everyone a heads up, incase I suddenly disappear from your dash in the next couple days.
This is such a good question!
I honestly think my fascination with hands, is derived from my fascination with people. I’m an avid people watcher and I enjoy trying to decode others’ actions. I love that hands can express what the face does not. It’s frighteningly easy to put on a mask and conceal our true feelings. I’ve found that if you really want to know how someone truly feels, watch their hands. Whether they are tightly clasped together, fidgeting with an object, or confidently placed on their hip, hands are constantly communicating to the world.
I also think that hands contain immeasurable power and control. They have the ability to create or destroy, to love or wound. They allow you to connect the world and more importantly people. As someone who loves through touch, it’s the simple gestures that mean the most: a high five, holding someone around the waist, a pat on the back, a gentle caress of the cheek, or even just holding hands.
I could go on and on. Hands are the best.
I’ll now be around until the end of July.
Originally I was suppose to leave for Parris Island this week, for bootcamp, but my ship date has been pushed back. It’s a bittersweet realization. On one hand this means more time with the ones I love, but I’m also so ready to start this next journey.
Oh well, I’m sure these two months will fly by.
Oh goodness, I get inspiration from anything and everything.
The texture of worn denim. Hearty laughs. That magnetic draw between two people. The smell of freshly squeezed lemons. Navajo textiles. Natural sunlight seeping into rooms. Raw human emotion. Movie soundtracks. Hands drifting softly over skin. The ever-changing weather. The body in motion. The feeling of wind against my face. Vulnerability. People coming together. Good-natured teasing, playfulness. Public displays of affection. Ticking stripes. Messy bed sheets. Airports. Reclaimed wood furniture. Bravery. The first signs of a new season. Freckled skin. Songs that make everyone dance. Handwritten letters. Masculinity. Childlike wonder.
I just wanted to give a quick life update on some upcoming changes. At the beginning of the year, I enlisted into the Marine Corps Delayed Entry Program. In three weeks, I will be shipping out to Parris Island, South Carolina, for bootcamp.
For thirteen weeks I will be away from tumblr. I might set up a queue during the months I’m away, but I haven’t totally made up my mind yet. Hopefully, I’ll return to Modern Hepburn at the end of August.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask. My inbox is now completely cleared.
Hope you’re enjoying your Monday,
I’m a Spontaneous Idealist
I find strength in hands. Like words, they have the power to build someone up or completely tear them apart. Just think of all the things you do with your hands every day; all the enjoyable or mundane tasks you need your hands for. There are so many great feelings associated with hands. Imagine these sensations - kneading dough, a pen firmly grasped writing furiously, your hands running through someone’s hair, fingertips dancing across piano keys, reaching out and intertwining hands with a loved one. Thinking about all the actions hands can perform is inspiring.
Hands tell a story. They have the ability to reveal such intimate parts of a person, if others took the time to notice. Whether your hands are callused, perfectly manicured , scared, adorned with jewels, or covered in dirt, they are speaking to the world.
People don’t determine your worth.
Your body doesn’t determine your worth.
Society doesn’t determine your worth.
Your past doesn’t determine your worth.
Your future doesn’t determine your worth.
Your talents don’t determine your worth.
Your shortcomings don’t determine your worth.
Your relationship status doesn’t determine your worth.
Your clothes don’t determine your worth.
Your occupation doesn’t determine your worth.
Your mistakes don’t determine your worth.
You are worthy.
You are valuable because you exist. Not because of what you do or what you have done - but simply because you are.
— Max Lucado