Just putting it out there Matt, like releasing a butterfly from your palm or setting out a brandy for Santa or lobbing a custard cream into a crowd: I friggin' adore you. Turns out stars don't just glow white. They glow Lillywhite.
Thank you so much for this, for all that, for everything. You are the kindest soul I've ever known and I once met Tony Christie, that bloke who wrote "Is This The Way to Amarillo?" (your heart has to be several shades of sweet innocence to release a song that bloody pure into the world). You are a hero.
More often than not, the most debilitating aspects of life are the uncertain ones. The ones you can't strictly define or label or quite comprehend. It's never so much what the actual act itself is, but more that we just don't know how to handle it. Once you get your mind around that, once you get your mind to lovingly embrace that and carry it softly in it's arms (like me with a fresh batch of Aldi's own ginger nuts), that's where we begin to move.
Whatever the reason for your nail biting, just remember to protect those talented fingertips of yours. They're your most powerful weapon.