"A heart disrupted frees the mind".
Let's play "Would You Rather..."
Would you rather give Obama a back massage, or lose a leg?
I'd rather kiss Satan than make the top bunk.
But for some reason, I find that I'm making the top bunk most mornings.
Ah well, C'est la vie.
Would you rather have a sound heart or a sound mind?
Just a simple question.
Apparently they're mutually exclusive events.
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I remember clearly the day that I started biting my nails. It's a bad habit that I'm still trying to kick to this very day.
I was 8 or 9, and I remember our family had just knelt down in the living room to say family prayers for the night. As we proceeded to get settled into the worn out carpet, I remember my mother reprimanding my brother, the middle child, and telling him to stop biting his nails.
Now, to a 9-year-old, anything your older brother does is cool. When your mother disapproves, it's twice as cool. So, I gave it a whirl. I started biting my nails and it was a habit that never completely went away.
It didn't really help that my piano teacher told me to keep my nails short. It just justified my behavior.
Now I bite my nails when I'm nervous and not thinking about it. Like in a test, or something.
Sometimes I wonder if I want to stop biting my nails.
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How's your garden? I'm curious if your flowers have bloomed yet.
