Having my nails done makes me feel like I have my shit together even though I 100% do not have my shit together.
I don’t know what it is about this week, but I’ve felt really out of my depth and like everything around me is on the verge of collapse*. But even though I feel like a tornado of chaos is zooming through me, I find great comfort in the fact that my hands – my capable, scarred, and tiny hands – look like they know what’s up.
*Checks Clue: Nope, nothing here. Checks Co–Star: Oh, yes. Oh god, yes. This moon is out to get me.