This weekend I got not one, but TWO tattoos. The first was behind my ear–no big deal, most people won’t see it. The other? On the inside of my upper right arm. I don’t have super muscular arms, and they are definitely not scrawny. Should I draw attention to them with a black script tattoo? The answer is I don’t care. I wanted it there and I love it.
I can almost hear my mom chastising me, something about climbing the career ladder. I have already done that and I am pretty sure I don’t want it again. And any place that doesn’t promote because I have words on the inside of my arm is probably somewhere I don’t want to work.
What I DO know is that after my car accident I am not waiting. I am not secondguessing. I will move forward boldly with no regrets. Who’s with me?