Do you partake in any self care rituals? 

Perhaps a skin scare regimen, planning your meals for the week, thorough sleep hygiene, and the like. 

Well, one of my biggest practices is painting my nails. 

I love keeping them long, just like Barbara Streisand and Meryl Streep do. It is one my most feminine fancies, not that anybody cannot keep up such a habit. 

But, it makes me feel my best, and you know we feel pretty, sing pretty around here.

I have a confession to make.

My nails were two different shades of blue. For nearly 6 days. You might ask yourself, much in the vein of David Byrne, how did I get here?

Allow me to share my authentic self with you.

To set the scene, I made a lovely trip into Manhattan this past weekend. (Keep watch for my latest Met review 😉 ) The weather was frightful. Some rain earlier in the week brought in the cool air and gray clouds.

I always find the fast pace of city life to be so stimulating. I take much inspiration from people watching. It is one of my most beloved pastimes. 

All weekend, I saw the most gorgeous shades of blue on so. Many. Fingers. 

I looked down at my glittery pink, as I typically don some shade of pink, and I felt very influenced to partake in this color shift. 

I got home and surveyed my collection. The only contenders a pretty, pale Easter blue and a cool electric blue that I could not choose between. 

You must know that blue is actually one of my best colors as a blonde haired, blue eyed Bombshell.

As in the life of the prima donna, when one is unable to choose, then the correct choice is all of the above.

So I chose both colors. This is highly unlike the neat manicures I was lusting after. 

Theirs were chic, high vibrational, and suave.

Mine looked like I was going to a Carolina football game… are you joking! 

I lived with this set of nails for six days, as said, and it was all in vein. 

I thought I would “get used to it.” I believed I may grow to like them.

The thing about us acutely driven, detail oriented, highly successful kind is that we know what we like on an intrinsic level with a distinct sensitivity.

Although I received a great many compliments towards my creativity and unique nail choice, anytime I caught sight of my nails, I felt a little woozy.

This is not a case of melodrama. This is a true tale of denying who I really am and how I best express it.

All morning, I rushed through classes and errands so I could get home and FINALLY take the polish off. The conservatory life is not for the faint of heart, people.

In spite of my general rejection of Autumn, especially concerning the temperature, the dryness of the air, the lack of sunlight past 5 p.m. … need I go on?

I do, at times, appreciate the color palette. Jewel tones, animal print set as neutral, delicious burnt oranges and yellows. All this to say ruby was my gem of choice.

And I am much happier for it.

What is it might you take away from today’s post, dear reader?

In the choice of uncertainty through conformity or comfort in uniqueness, I hope you find a genuine eagerness to choose yourself.

It may seem frivolous to illustrate this through nail polish, but it was a serious strain to my mental load. You know I have much to tend to this audition season!

Frivolity is what I do best, no matter.

It is never too late to learn the significant role you play in your own life.

So live it up! In the name of whimsy, wear your tiara anytime or occasion you so please.

To live frivolously is to live the prima donna way.

XOXO,

Bentley