Editors note: My former boss pointed out that I haven’t written for nine days. That is partly due to a lack of time and partly because the content below is such a frivolous, vapid topic. I promise deeper things to come.
A professional manicure is hardly the stuff of a bucket list (not that Cindy Files is a true bucket list and not that I’m old enough to need a bucket list).
But I still hadn’t been able to fit this simple bit of personal grooming into my life in at least 15 years. Yes, I file my nails, but I certainly don’t paint them. When I used to try at home, I’d lose patience with the drying time and go off to pet the cat or engage in some equally ruinous activity.
I haven’t hit the rhythm of writing daily. (Writing is work; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.) So in addition to fun and spontaneity, I think I need a bit of structure to my life. I’ll get there eventually. Just forgive my two-week gap in blog posts.
deliciously relaxing Swedish massage when the therapist began telling me about the new class her shop was offering.