Three Minutes in Florida Could Change My Life

This bottle of Sally Hansen Café Au Lait polish
could shift the course of my future.

I used to do my nails at least once a week when I was younger. I took pride in how my hands looked, how the gemstones on my rings sparkled against the glossy nail color.

I lost myself somewhere along the way, somewhere between changing diapers and doing dishes and battling over bills. By the time teenhood and Dad dying and everything else converged, there was just no time or mental space to take this small pampering step.

But I just spent three minutes brushing on the Café Au Lait Figgy bought at CVS in Montclair and brought to Florida. H. just left to drive Fig to her cousin's house to hang out before the wedding this evening. I have a little window alone. I sat on the edge of the hot tub and swung my legs in the water under the blue sky. Then I came inside and polished my nails, and painted on a shiny, clear, pristine top coat.

It seems small, but it's huge. It signifies taking care of myself. And BTW, so does blogging here daily, recording my days, my dreams, my hopes, my fears, my observations.

The cell just rang. It was H., telling me to be ready to go in 20 minutes to meet three of his brothers [here from Maine] at a nature preserve. I love nature preserves. Would love to see a gator--from a safe distance.

I hope this three minutes well spent in a sunny spot points me in the right direction.

Have a good day.