Yesterday I got to have a fun, much needed afternoon lunch with some of my favorite mom friends. I’m incredibly lucky to have the support system that I do, and so grateful for these ladies.
While at said lunch, I jokingly said I should go get a tattoo. “Yes! Seriously yes, let’s do it!”
An hour later, this happened.
And then I had this:
It is likely the most spontaneous thing I have ever done. It is for sure the most spontaneous thing I have ever personally initiated.
The artist tried to get me to turn it the other way, but no dice. This is for me, dude.
A reminder to love myself, to always choose love, to respond with love, to appreciate and accept all the love the universe is hell bent on bestowing on me.
I think my response was, “Nah. I kinda hate everyone though.”
I don’t, obviously, but I tend to make jokes rather than getting too real. I’m working on that too. That’ll take some time, though, I can’t unlearn it over night, right?
So here’s to doing all the big scary things, to not overthinking, to trusting the process without knowing the outcome.
To smashing that quiet voice inside that says “You can’t/shouldn’t/won’t.” To loving and accepting that other, braver, more authentic voice that wants to shout out “Yes! Seriously let’s do it!” and then does it.
To doing the damn thing.
And loving it, of course.
This is my face after being told to stop giggling.
I don’t know what to do with my face if I’m not laughing.