Pride

I am proud of myself for my very latest accomplishment.

On Friday evening, on my way to London, I noticed that my finger nails were a bit longer than I would like. My own finger nail length is something that bothers me, from a comfort point of view. I do not like my fingernails to inhibit the impression I get when using the tips of my fingers.

I used to be a nail biter. The reason I would bite my nails is as stated above. I did not bite them out of nervousness or anxiety, but simply for comfort. But biting my nails was not maximizing comfort.

The solution turned out to be simple: have nail clippers handy. I now keep a pair at home and work. But, I don’t usually take nail clippers on weekend trips.

This weekend, even though I was haunted by my increasingly long nails (we’re talking about a little less than 1 mm) I avoided biting them. And since I went right from the airport to work this morning, it also meant I went all day without clipping them. It was a challenge–I even considered stopping at home on the way to work just to deal with it.

It feels good.