I have a confession to make. For as long as I can remember, I’ve chewed my fingernails. It started as a nervous habit when I was young, and then morphed into an undesirable grooming ritual. In other words, I became so skilled at chewing my nails that I could trim them with my teeth and they’d look somewhat acceptable. Gross, I know. And then one day not long ago while I was “trimming” my thumbnail, I managed to rip off a big chunk of cuticle. Blood, pain, the whole deal. At that point, I resolved to stop chewing my nails until they grew out a bit. Through mindful willpower alone, I managed to do it.