After two months of black nail polish... I got rid of it today. It may not sound like much, but for me, it was a big deal. For me, it signified mourning. After 15 days of wearing black, I allowed color back into my wardrobe, but kept my black nails to make me feel better. This week, the black gel nail polish began peeling on its own... my bare nails began to show more and more. And I thought Okay, I see the meaning. I'm ready. It's time to take it off.
So after I left work tonight, I got my nails done. Fresh. Clean. Pretty. Not bogged down by black. Then I went for a run. Then I made this video. The last 2 months of my life, in pictures. Oh - and my new theme song.
I'm officially living life in color again.
No more black and white. No more black. Sometimes my heart still feels black inside, but with the help of my new theme song, I let the color in.