Chipped Nailpolish and Other Shit I Can't Get Right.
Sometime around 3:00 in the morning this week, my insomnia told me that I should write a book and call it "Chipped Nailpolish and Other Shit I Can't Get Right."
It just seems to be a great theme lately.
Let me back up a little.
Hi, my name is Kristen and I'm a 36 year old single mom from NY. I recently bought my first home in a beautiful neighborhood, and last month I got a much sought-after promotion at work. I broke up with a leech-like ex boyfriend in January, and I've spent the last half of the year focusing on myself, my health, and my family. I've lost 35 pounds of weight that I put on during a bout of depression that comes with a failing relationship, through good old fashioned diet and exercise (aka the no fun hard way.) And I finally feel mostly ready and poised to take on whatever life throws at me.
From the looks of it, I have all my ducks in a row.
From the looks of it....
But there are those times when I'm up at 3 am. And as I look down and study my newly-painted nails, I see that one has chipped already. Mother fucker. I just did them 5 hours ago!! How is that even possible?!
It dawned on me that this is a great analogy for life.
You can paint things as pretty as you want. But sometimes, shit is going to happen. No matter how hard you try, that polish can just chip off. With no warning or reason. It's enough to make you break down sometimes...
Life isn't perfect. I am not perfect. I'm just a 36 year old woman trying to cope with my imperfect being living in this imperfect world. And I have an imperfect (but incredibly amazing, smart, stubborn, wild, life-giving and heart-stealing) little girl, and I have an imperfect job, and I have an imperfect dating life (cough *understatement* cough.) And things are always going to be imperfect, through no fault of my own. They just are. That's what life is. Learning to roll with the punches. And, as long as I'm still breathing, I'm still learning.
What I realized laying awake that night is that I've been away from writing for entirely too long.
And this isn't a book, but it's an outlet.
So, I'm back.
Chipped nails and all.
It just seems to be a great theme lately.
Let me back up a little.
Hi, my name is Kristen and I'm a 36 year old single mom from NY. I recently bought my first home in a beautiful neighborhood, and last month I got a much sought-after promotion at work. I broke up with a leech-like ex boyfriend in January, and I've spent the last half of the year focusing on myself, my health, and my family. I've lost 35 pounds of weight that I put on during a bout of depression that comes with a failing relationship, through good old fashioned diet and exercise (aka the no fun hard way.) And I finally feel mostly ready and poised to take on whatever life throws at me.
From the looks of it, I have all my ducks in a row.
From the looks of it....
But there are those times when I'm up at 3 am. And as I look down and study my newly-painted nails, I see that one has chipped already. Mother fucker. I just did them 5 hours ago!! How is that even possible?!
It dawned on me that this is a great analogy for life.
You can paint things as pretty as you want. But sometimes, shit is going to happen. No matter how hard you try, that polish can just chip off. With no warning or reason. It's enough to make you break down sometimes...
Life isn't perfect. I am not perfect. I'm just a 36 year old woman trying to cope with my imperfect being living in this imperfect world. And I have an imperfect (but incredibly amazing, smart, stubborn, wild, life-giving and heart-stealing) little girl, and I have an imperfect job, and I have an imperfect dating life (cough *understatement* cough.) And things are always going to be imperfect, through no fault of my own. They just are. That's what life is. Learning to roll with the punches. And, as long as I'm still breathing, I'm still learning.
What I realized laying awake that night is that I've been away from writing for entirely too long.
And this isn't a book, but it's an outlet.
So, I'm back.
Chipped nails and all.
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