I actually love chipped nail polish. Not at first ("darn I've chipped it already!!"), but after a short while it reminds me that life ain't always about attaining and keeping lots of perfection in my life or being so critical of those things that aren't as I think they should be. It's about enjoying things as they come and living in the now. I can either adapt, learning to love the 'new', or I can see how or if I can fix or amend it. Or, as a bit of a metaphor for life, I can "mourn" the loss of my past 'perfect' nail or I can change how I feel about it. It reminds me of that good old serenity prayer, which talks about courage and acceptance when it comes to our realistic abilities at a particular time to act on an issue.
Chipped nail polish is like a mini tester of our ability to cope with change, or a loss in perceived quality of something. Do we go and fix the nail by repainting it, or do we, say, enjoy the new ragged look as a tiny reminder of trivialities and how life is full of so much more that is worth putting our energy into. It could even be a nice reminder of simpler days when, as a child, I'd paint my nails and leave the colour on as long as possible, seriously chipped and all.
So, chipped nail polish can be a good thing!
Love and hugs
Dayle
