Broken Nail
Have you ever had a broken nail and couldn’t get into the salon for at least a couple of days? So you buy your time with this hideous thing on your finger until you can take care of it. You point with a different finger, you keep that finger bent so others can’t see it and your continually contemplating cutting the rest of them so your fingers will be even again.
I have though about this damn broken nail for 3 days now. It’s constantly on my mind. I apologize for it when I think someone has seen it...and paranoid that others will notice.
Funny thing is...No one has noticed. Not one person has said anything or even took a slightly longer glance at its direction. It’s either I’m not that interesting of a person or no one has actually noticed. It’s more me letting myself get consumed with the idea of a flaw or problem...than realizing that there isn’t a problem at all.
I think this is something most women do. Letting the idea of something turn into a gargantuan problem of nothing. Letting the worst manifest in your head when nothing is wrong...it’s something super simple that can be fixed in a matter of seconds.
Just something to think about the next time you allow a nothing to take over your brain...
Until tomorrow...