Whatever the reason, I have banned myself from nail polish for years. Because the chipping bothered me? No, because there is some rule somewhere that the chipping is suppose to embarrass me. So, since my tendency is to wear my nail polish until all that is left are those little uneven ovals in the middle of each finger, I wasn't allowed to play. Then a few weeks ago I allowed myself the $8 splurge of three new nail polishes.
I LOVE IT! I love the minor luxury, I love the extra pop if color in my day, I love the statement -- I love having my nails painted. I love all these things even when they are chipped two days later. And because I allowed this back into my life, this little corner of my house now looks fabulous:
It's been just over two months since I started re-thinking vulnerability -- since I began recognizing it as a strength -- and today I can say, "Goodbye 'I'm suppose to be flawless'. Hello nail polish, hello color, hello creativity -- come in and stay a while."