Fingernail Polish

I am on a vacation, and have found the joy in simply painting my fingernails.
I did a really crappy job, but it cleaned right back off with water! (My mistakes, that is.)
Wouldn't it be nice is other things in our lives just washed away when they got wet?
Everyone has a past. I have a scary one. But it doesn't mean it effects my life all the time. My past used to rule my life. I used to be such a hurt person.
Now, I am changing.
Like the nail polish astray from my actual fingernails, the small, unimportant pieces of my life are beginning to wash away. It's not easy, and my eyes haven't been dry during this process, but it was worth it. And like my BFF said, "You will feel better about yourself." And even though right now I feel like vomiting (stupid Idaho humidity is killing me. sorry! it's not my fault I'm not used to it, I don't live in this state!) I feel better about my soul.
How I did it? I didn't care. I stopped caring. I became exactly who I wanted to be, and I didn't care what people thought of me.
But I can't take full credit for this change. It has come with work from both my best friend, and someone else I am very close to.
Try painting your fingernails. I dare you.