For the first time ever I have real finger nails. Well I have nine of them because I broke one a few days ago. I’ve been a nail bitter my whole life, but in the last ten weeks, through a mix of depression lethargy and reduction of stress, I’ve actually stopped nail biting.
It’s not much of an achievement, but it matters to me, once the split nail catches up a bit, I’m even going to paint them. I love having long painted nails, and have often put on false nails and painted them. So to have my nails in fairly good condition is important to me.
I’m using OPI Nail Envy to strengthen and condition them, so hopefully the weak and breakable will become strong and resilient. And I’m loving the way that having nails makes my hands look.
There’s only one thing about having nails that I’m not loving. I’m so used to the flatter keyboards and having my fingers flattish too, that now I have nails I’m finding that I’m frequently hitting the key on the row above the one I’m going for. Now I’ve never been the best of typist, but now I’m getting extra terrible by the thing I am actually proud off.
Really all I need to do is learn to type with curled fingers rather than straight ones. But that’s another habit I’m going to have to break.
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