1/3 Life Crisis: To Tattoo or Not To Tattoo?
|Photo credit: www.milliondollartattoo.com|
When I moved up to the 'burbs from the city, I got a little restless.
So what did I do? Have a girl's night out? Go on a shopping spree? No silly, I got a tattoo! Now, this wasn't your regular tattoo, mind you. I had it all designed in my head- something with a lot of meaning, unique, and bold. What I ended up with was a misshapen, fuzzy outline that kinda looked like the metal picture I had if I squinted and didn't look very hard. I cried.
I messed up; I didn't communicate exactly what I wanted and I settled. I recently got it fixed and love it more than the original image I had in mind, but I lived with the not-so-fabulous ink for years before I got up the courage to try again. This time, I was very specific, came armed with an iPad photo gallery, and dressed in leather for extra courage (hey, I was a suburban mom...I needed them to take me seriously!). I had the owner of another parlor do the work himself (never mind the fact that he was high as a kite and kept taking "breaks" to increase his creative potential. Whatever; it worked).
Long story short, I learned that I need to be prepared in life, ask for EXACTLY what I want and not stop until I get it. Almost everything can be corrected, redone or modified in a way that is satisfactory.
So to tattoo or not to tattoo?
I say do it. My parents wouldn't let me get any (more) piercings or tattoos when I was in college, and I am thankful for that. I think people truly develop when they are completely supporting themselves, living on their own, completely responsible for their own actions. I love my tattoo and it stands for who I am today and what I value in life.
Any other tattoo tales out there? Would love to hear about them!
(P.S. I realized I have never mentioned that comments make my day. Literally. MAKE MY DAY! So thank you to everyone who a. reads this blog and b. takes the time to leave comments.)