Last night while hubby was working at the church, I took some time to “self-care” and do something that ALWAYS makes me feel better and more confident in myself…I painted my nails.
Now, if you’ve spent any time with me at all in my adolescent years, you’d know that if I were sick or having a bad health week, the sure fire way to tell if I was feeling better was if I started doing my nails. And the evidence stands true for me as an adult as well.
There’s just something about having pretty, manicured finger nails and toe nails that makes a girl feel like a million bucks.
Seriously, when my nails look ratchet and unpolished, it feels like my whole life is dissatisfied…anyone else?
So as I was taking off the old polish and waiting for the remover to do it’s thing, I was growing more and more impatient with each passing second. See, I got this new polish remover while I’ve been on quarantine and it’s a gel polish remover (full of protectants and nutrients that’s supposed to be better for your nails). But the difference between this and my usual polish remover is that you have to let it sit on your nail for a while before you can rub the polish away. The problem is that it isn’t instant like my usual acetone polish remover, where I can literally swipe and *POOF* the old polish is gone.
As I’m waiting…and waiting…and WAITING some more, I felt the Lord speak this to me…