The Introduction to my Memoir, Fingernail Droppings
There was a time when I wrote my story to please other people, worried what my family, friends, church would think. I thought I had to play it straight, couldn't tell my fantastic, escapism, dreams, everything that sustained me. Those days are gone. I write now for me. For freedom. For joy. For peace. For health. For escape. Some will not understand, that's OK, I'm not for everyone, you're welcome to move along or try, suit yourself. We only have one life to live. I wish I had embraced that long ago.
Ah, "Carpe Diem." Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society. I'm no longer resigned to live a life of quiet desperation. I will live LOUD desperation. HA!
So before I offer you the red pill let me first tell you why I named my memoir Fingernail Droppings.
When I was a little girl I bit my fingernails, around age eleven I stopped biting them because I wanted to have long, pretty nails.Then I started to obsessively paint them and care for them every day. I became ever conscious of my fingernails.