Every other month or so I discover I've picked/filed/bitten my thumb nail down to the quick.Usually the left one.
This means there is something still misaligned in my life, something I am still afraid of, something I need to re-route; a moment to stand up for myself, to make myself be seen/heard so that I refuse to hurt myself this way any longer. It isn't severe pain but it is pain that I inflict upon myself because a) I deserve it? b) I am punishing myself? c) I'm scared and don't know how else to deal with said fear?
I don't know if it's one, all or any of those but one day I will be a woman, a fiance, a wife and mother who has well cared for hands that will hurt from helping my kids with their school project or cooking dinner for my husband or writing too much for too long. Not from my own doing, but for my doing for others.
