Cut Your Fingernails, Grow Your Intimacy
I enjoy cutting my fingernails. When they begin clicking the keyboard before my soft digits make contact, it’s time to cut them. There’s an intimacy between my fingers and the keyboard. That covenant is renewed every time I cut my nails. As they grow, they can obstruct my literary intimacy, getting in the way of unprotected writing. If I’m not careful, this protection can become a distraction. Got any people like that in your life? Maybe parents or a guardian who loves you to death. They don’t know any better. They’re designed to protect. Sometimes to a fault. Prune them.