Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink?
I actually do have a tattoo! This should flabbergast anyone that knows me. I have a fear of needles when they are paired with Jessica. This could easily be classified as a phobia.
A tattoo is something I've never had the desire to do. How can someone decide on anything to go on their bodies forever? The finished tat never looks as great as the original drawing. Lots of bad tattoos out there with sad, old wrinkly people! I was never going to be brave enough... Then I got divorced!
My whole world was thrown into a whirlwind of craziness. The kind of scary crazy that actually has an underlying bit of calm. There is a huge empowerment being able to care for yourself and all your critters. It was very overwhelming at first, but it's not something that you can wimp out on. Bills needed to be paid. Critters needed to be fed. Things need to be done!
We all somehow survived those first few weeks of moving to a new apartment, trying to stay sane, not having the time to curl up in a ball and cry. More often than not, I would have forgotten to thaw food out for the girls and I had to go to McDonalds and buy them dollar cheese burgers. They certainly did not complain! I made sure everyone at least had food in their bellies. Except myself. I melted off 20lbs in that first month. Not eating is the best diet!
The dogs were so confused. We started going for a mile walk at the park in the mornings before I had to go to work. Then another long walk after work. We would all crash into an exhausted sleep. We kept so busy that we didn't mind the teeny tiny studio apartment. Not much room for the two greyhounds, two cats, and the king sized bed.
We all pulled through. I leaned heavily on my pups and they were always there for me. Rainy would cuddle in bed with me very night. She's not a natural cuddler and usually prefers her own space. Sunshine would make sure she would take up any remaining space on the bed. It was never lonely to sleep at night. Actually, I can't remember a single bad night of sleep in that little apartment. Usually new places are a cause for lack of sleep. I slept like a rock every night.
As life was slowly piecing itself back together, I developed a new mantra. Do whatever makes you scared! I needed to have a new braveness in my life. My first step was that tattoo.
It's both Rainy and Sunshine's actual pawprints and tattooed numbers. Yes that is a cat hair in the middle of the photo... Welcome to my life!
On a friend's recommendation I went to Explosive Tattoo and Buz took care of me. It was much less scary than I thought it would be. Everyone there was really nice. Buz did his best to keep me comfortable. Once he started with the needle, saw that I turned sheet white, he started asking me all about my puppies and telling me about his dog. It worked and I didn't pass out!
Step one towards my braveness of my new life = Success!
Step two was jumping off a bridge 30 ft in the air, but that's a story for another day! That may have been more crazy than brave.
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