It all started with the tattoo

8 years ago
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I talked about getting a tattoo for a while. I wanted to literally mark this period in my life so that I would never forget, years from now, what I was up to and against - what really went DOWN. Never forget…

  • I faced three of the most stressful life events (according to stressful life event experts) — all at once: divorce, moving (relocating with three young children) and starting a new job.  
  • I picked myself off the proverbial floor, kicked my proverbial butt into gear and accepted everything in my not so proverbial life as it was.
  • I endure pain well. Even first-degree-burn-a-hole-through-your-soul-make-it-stop-make-it-stop — PAIN.  
  • I am the most fulfilled when I am being fearless, take action, shake things up, step outside the (yes proverbial) norm and am totally and utterly authentically ME.
  • I can totally crack myself up - and others- even when all hell’s breaking loose around me and I should be under the covers weeping not so quietly and spouting expletives at innocent onlookers.  (Try repeating that aloud 3X -fast.)

I was also bored, stuck in hot, vapid Florida and wanted something exciting to look forward to on yet another, friggin’-A how-old-am-I again?-  birthday. The tattoo seemed like a good idea.
Little did I know that my tattoo day would be the beginning of a yet another new beginning.  The start of a deeper self inquiry. A new chance to flex my resiliency muscles.  An opportunity to be more creative and fully self expressed. The day I would literally frolic like a goof ball on the beach in a bikini - and allow myself to be photographed while doing so.  The night I would drink really good pink wine, feast on fava beans and ride on the back of a motorcycle going really fast, with a complete stranger, wearing a mini skirt and wedge heels. (I had the skirt and heels- not the stranger.)  

Who knew????

Want to hear more?  Give me a second or three to gather my (many, many) thoughts and I will bring this rambling to some sort of inspiring conclusion. I also promise to end this and most posts with some useful info. I will always include some web links and stuff like that so that I can claim that this blog is a practical resource to others (rather than purely self indulgent and the means by which I turn down the voices in my head and cut down on the amount of emails I send people.)

I’ll start with these links so you know I’m serious:

Breaking up doesn't have to be THAT hard to do. Here's a start

People that moved me: 

Tattoo you:

Mini skirts rule:

 

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