#72 – Get A Meaningful Tattoo
It’s been a while since I’ve even looked at my life list, let alone crossed something off of it. Â Some of the things listed there just seem so out of reach and it seems silly to me to think that life wouldn’t be complete without them. Â Life is good and I’ve already accomplished the most important items, #2 and #90. Â Have a baby and give my first-born a sibling. Â Because of those two, crossing off the other 98 is a lot more difficult.
As you know, the tattoo discussion has been off and on for years and I can never make a decision. Â Guy had an appointment with his tattoo artist on Veteran’s Day and convinced me that would be a good time to get one, too. Â I finalized my idea, took it with me and decided that no, today would probably not be my day. Â I was just not ready for the pain and convinced it would hurt WAY too bad.
I was right.
After sitting there watching Guy’s arm get drawn on from top to bottom and being asked several times if I was going next… I said fine. Â I’m sitting here, opportunity in front of me, and I took it. Â If I don’t do it now, I may never.
So, I did it. Â And I was wrong about the pain. Â So wrong. Â It hurt so much more than I imagined. Â Maybe I’m a big baby? Â I’m sure. Â The tattoo itself took probably 4 minutes, tops, and maybe could have gone a little faster if I wouldn’t have had to ask him to stop between damn near every letter. Â I’m glad I had someone who had a bit of patience.
After that, my poor husband sat in the chair for a SEVEN HOUR TATTOO. Â I cannot even fathom that pain and I all but begged him not to do it after mine was finished. Â I’m pretty certain I will never do that again. Â So, what did I get? Â The kids names. Â Thank goodness I decided against middle names or I probably wouldn’t have been able to finish.
