Wit’s End Symphony: Minds Unveiled

In the enchanting realm where thoughts took flight, picture a narrative unfolding—an epic tale of Minds Unveiled. As the sun dipped below the horizon, societal twilight, like a fleeting mist, attempted to cloak the brilliance of these bold and bright minds. Yet, it couldn’t quell their might, for within the dance of freedom, a compelling story emerged, reaching towering heights.

Imagine a caged bird’s song, a call so resilient that it echoed through the corridors of time. Maya’s triumph, breaking through the thrall, reverberated like the triumphant crescendo in a symphony. In the echoes of her melody, Mary embarked on a courageous journey, leaving an indelible mark—a trailblazer’s path adorned with the vibrant hues of displayed courage.

Grunya, with a gaze as pioneering as the first light of dawn, illuminated minds in the gentle night. Her profound observations became the brushstrokes on the canvas of diversity, a celebration echoing across the expanse of thought.

Each mind, a chapter waiting to be unfurled, played a note in the grand symphony within the playground of ideas. Taylor Swift’s words, a comforting rhyme, became the guiding thread, weaving through the passage of time, uniting these tales in a harmonious chorus.

Trials faced and choices made became the rising crescendo, a symphony of resilience where courage flowed like a river. Melanie’s wisdom echoed through the ages—a cherished poster, weathered by time but eternally relevant. “You never fail until you stop trying.” This mantra adorned the mindscape, a beacon urging these tales to keep striving, to persist through changing paths, and to never surrender the pursuit of their dreams.

Picture them navigating stars, breaking through the tapestry of the night—a shared lore, a collective might, a story told with the finesse of a gifted storyteller, infused with the eternal wisdom to never cease trying.

Okay Fine! I’ll Get a Manicure!

This time of the year brings about a lot of stress for me, and I am assuming I am not alone in feeling this way. And if you are anything like me, your nails suffer from stressful times. I am not talking like the little oh-my-gosh-i-broke-my-pinky-nail-my -life-is-over either. I am referring to the fact that it looks like I went to war and wrestled a darn grizzly with my bare hands. My nails are nonexistent in the winter months and are constantly doused in blood and bandaids. And surprise it is all because I am Katniss Everdeen! I actually shoot arrows and cook birds and do outdoorsy things like that on the reg right in my suburban backyard. Sorry not sorry next door neighbors that shield their kids from every drop of violence!

But seriously, I have gotten to the point where there is nothing else for me to do except get acrylic manicures. It is the only way to cover up my nails without being able to pick them apart. I am considering getting red or something festive for the Christmas time, but honestly I am not sure if I can pull off red. I am not freaking Gwen Stefani okay?! Geez, I am more like Flo from the progressive commercial. Not kidding I can rock the hell out of an apron. Ask my teacher from elementary school chef camp. I was bitchin in that dang kitchen.

One of my annoyances with getting manicures is that without fail, every single darn time that I go into the nail salon, a crowd of nail ladies swarm over to my nails and ask why the absolute heck they look like shit. Like geez Louise ladies, can a girl catch a break? I have already been verbally assaulted by my own mother for single handedly destructing my nails. I know they’re no Kylie Jenner daggers. I just came in here for a relaxing time. And okay, also the free lifesavers. But mostly the relaxing time.

Anyways, stress is a real buzz kill on the realz. What do you all do combat stress? Do you have the finger situation, too? What color do you suggest I on get my nails? Let a b know!