Fellow blogger Baboon Pirate 'fessed up a couple days ago to a personal weakness and his solution to the situation. Following his lead, I've decided to go public with a little confession of my own. If you are one of those folks that has met me in real life, you would know that I'm a nail-biter. That's right, my finger nails have been, for my entire life, ragged, torn, chewed off scraps of tissue. My raggedy fingertips have been one of my bigger embarrassments as long as I can remember.
I'm hesitant to go public with this announcement and I've been keeping quiet for a while now, but here it is- I've stopped chewing my fingernails! I decided that since I was now 50 years old and as close to being a grownup as I might ever get, that my raggedy hands were no longer acceptable. It has been a really trying time getting some real nails grown out and they still bug me all day, every day. Right now they are thin and break too easily, they collect dirt much too easily and they are a complete distraction. I didn't want to bring this out into public too soon for fear of my own weakness and failure being to likely to occur. But now, I'm a couple weeks into this new "look" and it seems to be working.
So there you have it, I'm a non-practicing nail-biter. I'm still uncomfortable with these weird extensions taking up space on my fingers and I hope that sooner or later I can get used to having normal looking fingers. Now you know and now I'm on the hook to be successful in this self-improvement effort so I don't have to admit to failure further down the road.
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