You guys haven’t seen or heard much in the way of nail polish from me for quite some time. I’ll usually Instagram my mani or mention a favorite nail polish, but not so much as of late and here is why. I took a break from nail polish. Winter in Baltimore got super cold and dry, my hands were a mess, and the very last thing I wanted to do was scrub at my fingers with polish remover. Thus I’ve been rocking the naked nails for a few weeks and smothering them in hand cream.
It felt pretty strange at first not having nail polish on. Before this break I honestly can’t remember the last time I didn’t have my nails painted. Nail polish had pretty much become something I never thought about but always had on. I’m not sure if I’m conveying this thought correctly with the words coming to my mind right now, but essentially my nail polish was just like my underwear – it was always on. I know many women who never wear nail polish and it’s not like they look any less polished or professional, but for some reason I always felt like I had missed a step in my routine if the nails were naked.
So, not only was the nail polish break exceptionally wonderful for my nails and hands, but it was also a great mental exercise in breaking these silly standards I’ve come to hold myself to. No one is going to notice if I don’t paint my nails besides myself because it isn’t a big deal. It’s a small life lesson, but certainly one I needed. I feel like we all get caught up on silly little things that we think we absolutely need to do or the world will end but let’s be real, the world will keep spinning.