Painted ladies...

feel bolder!

So in light of my  recent epiphany, the one where I discovered I'm hitting my mid-life crisis, I've started to do small things I haven't done before.

I painted my fingernails.

It sounds insignificant, and in reality it probably is, but it made a difference!

Before I painted my nails (a bright freaking pink) I looked at my hands and thought, "Holy fuck, my hands look SO old!" And they did. My hands look like a (almost) 40 year old's hands.

So I started scrambling, thinking about what I can do to combat that. Started going through the usual suspects, lotion, gloves, other hand remedies. To which I immediately thought, "There's no way in hell I can do those things every day."

I spied a bottle of my daughter's bright pink nail polish sitting on my desk. I picked it up and looked at it and decided I was painting my nails.

Now to give you an idea of what my nails look like.

I have the nails of a 12 year old boy. Short, down below the finger tips, and uneven.

BUT I painted them anyhow. I looked at my hands today and they already look younger! I was SO excited.

One small accomplishment for me, one giant leap to a younger me! (ok maybe not a GIANT leap, but it sure feels like it!)

~Kim