For weeks now I’ve tried to share some words of encouragement each Monday, looking for God in the details of our life, finding moments in which to be grateful, keeping my focus on shoreline during this time of turbulence, in these choppy waters.
Today I have to talk about nail care.
I have not had a manicure in 2 months. Nine weeks! 63 days!!
Yes, nail care! Friends, my nails have not been without a base coat, color, and top coat since 1972! 1972! I can’t even to that math. A long time!
I’ve often talked about being high maintenance, hair care and nail care being just the start. Ha! Ha! I would giggle in a “Oh, aren’t I cute” shrug and then make my next appointment.
It’s not cute. I’m miserable. I understand the need to be socially distant. I don’t want to take away from those dealing with real loss, but it’s been 63 days.
In my high maintenance life, I’ve been blessed to be surrounded by wonderful people, people who delight in getting my hair and nails just right, people who know my coffee order better than I do, people who’ve kept the wrinkles at bay and my joints happy.
These are all relationships that I’ve treasured. And to each of them I remain grateful. And while getting a full set when I can get a full set, I’ll be sure they know it.