I am in the process of creating a Video Narrative for one of my classes, and just had a realization about the topic that I chose. I am creating the narrative on painting my nails. Painting my nails has always been a part of my life, but I never realized the significance until I delved into the reasons why I enjoy the process of painting them.
In my last post, Pictures and Writing, I discussed the role that tea plays in my life. It is my comfort, and reminds me of soothing words that my mom would provide me if she were sitting next to me while I am distressed. I didn’t realize this until now, but painting my nails plays a similar role. When I was younger, I would drink tea and paint my nails with my mom. Although these activities were usually separate, both were tasks that I enjoyed doing with my mom whenever I could. Drinking tea and painting nails seem like very simple, straight forward tasks, but I am beginning to realize the significance and deeper meaning they play in my life.