The Writer’s Manicure
“It’s just more fun to touch your toes when they look pretty,” said the woman on the orange tie-dye mat next to me.
I’d just complimented her pedicure, a perfect match to her mat and a welcome distraction during my painful downward dog. I looked at my own toes, not as recently painted and so not quite as shiny as hers, and agreed. I would be happier right now if my toes looked like hers. Can a good pedicure really improve my yoga practice?
I walked home feeling self critical. Self criticism, I noted, gets in the way of writing, slows it down. Would a good-looking manicure help?
How could it? Isn’t writing an intellectual exercise? Something so shallow, so vain, so girlish can’t possibly affect it, right? But when I write, I look at my hands, just as I look at my toes when I do yoga. And when I look, I assess.
And when I assess, I’m likely to criticize–self criticize. And when I self criticize, the downward dog is going to hurt, and the writing is going to slow down. I gave myself a nice, cheap, at-home mani/pedi.
And guess what? It’s just more fun to write when my nails look pretty! Call me shallow. I’ll call it sexy. And I’ll keep writing.