Well, ladies and gentlemen (are there any dudes that read this blog?? if so…please comment! I'd love to know…you know, just so I don't talk about gross girl things or something)…
I'm so nervous about tomorrow. I'm not nervous about the pain, but I am nervous about looking down and thinking "Oh, crap! What have I done?!". I'm not sure I'll get over that fear until I've just gone and done it. So…that's the plan right now. :)
The inspiration for this mission is just that getting a tattoo has always been something that has felt adventuresome to me. Something about the permanency of a tattoo, an indelible image, seems so resolute…so gutsy. So, that's why I'm doing it. I've been pregnant or otherwise sustaining a child for the better part of the last 4 years now, so…I figure I have a window of opportunity…I need to seize the day!
I'm not really interested in getting all involved in the "tattoo community", not that I have anything against it…I just see this as a one time thing for me. I don't plan on getting anything other than this little dainty tattoo filled with meaning for me–although, they do say they are addictive. ;) I'm just too straight laced to get a zillion tattoos, that's the honest truth of it.
My inspiration for this tattoo comes from a desire to live in freedom. And, feathers for some reason have been the lifelong imagery I've had of freedom. They take you places, they float effortlessly, they are not tied down, they are beautiful, they serve a purpose, they provide protection and safety. All of these things represent freedom to me. What the tattoo will ultimately look like…you'll have to wait and see. :) Oooooooh, the suspense!
I'm nervous as all get out, guys. This is the furthest out on the limb I've gone thus far…just fyi. :)