a little poem I wrote today on an experience I've waited years to have:
Some will love it,
Others will hate it.
I will no longer debate it.
It's done and it's there
for me to share
the beauty within each
and everyone of us.
~~~
(forgive me for my thoughts being all scatter brained)
For years I've wanted a tattoo. It's a personal choice. It's a long choice. What I have learned about this experience is that the minute you tell friends or family you are getting a tattoo the first thing they ask what will you get?
When I first made my appointment I thought of having Be nice Be kind Be gentle on the outside of my right forearm. My appointment was pushed back 2 weeks and for each day of those two weeks I changed my mind 14 times a day.
I knew that I wanted words or something to remind me that I matter in this world, but I wanted others to find within themselves that they matter too.
All through the month a June there was a voice that whispered to me that I had an small candle inside me and that I must keep it lit. I was going through a very rough time emotionally trying to keep things together in a relationship I knew very well I shouldn't have been in. One day everything came to a head and my candle went out. I went home and realized that this person was not responsible for lighting my candle. It was my responsibility.
I made my appointment several days later.
I have dabbled in Buddhist thought for years and found the phrase Make of yourself a light. I read up on it, interpretted it and found that it fit me. And so the design of a tattoo was formed. I found a nice tattoo font maker online and typed in and fell in love.
Now I come back to when people asked me what I was going to get. Well I did waffle about the first idea and the new idea and everyone had an opinion. Everytime someone gave an opinion it swayed the way I percieved my idea to be.
I printed it off anyway and brought it with me to my appointment today. I wanted a tattoo in a place that wouldn't bother my own vision, hence the outer right forearm. After consulting with the tattoo artist, who is a wonderful woman who has made a light within herself and it shines so brightly I must add, she showed me this spot on the inner part of the left fore arm. I thought it's brilliant! And away we went. And I love it!
I will now have something on my arm to focus on besides the battle scars I've dealt with for so many years. I can focus on the positive and not the negative.
So that is my tattoo story. I am glad I waited all these years. These past few weeks I have felt an inner shift happening. I can actually see and feel that my view and perceptions of the world are changing. Most importantly I feel a shift within myself on how I view me which is the greatest gift I have given myself for my 38th year.
I want to thank you all for the birthday wishes!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Inked~ a tattoo story
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6 comments:
as someone with a whole slew of tattoos and understands the necessity to be comfortable in your own skin - i LOVE this. so awesome!! :)
I love it, it's beautiful and is a beautiful message. I've tossed around the idea of getting a tattoo but have no idea what to get! You're such an inspiration to so many!
I think it's a perfect message and if you wanted to do it for so long, then be happy! My DD got hers on her 18th birthday which was 16 years ago and she's never regretted it.
It's perfect LJ!
It's wonderful and inspiring- welcome to the ink club!
I'm super late to the party but I love that saying; it's perfect. I got my first tattoo last fall and it means a lot to me - those, to me, are the best kinds of tattoos.
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