A Memento of My Accomplishment

A Memento of My Accomplishment - bird tattoo with feather

I grew up believing that you’d go to Hell if you got a tattoo. Today, not only do I refute that declaration, but I want a tattoo, myself. And plan to get it.

I’m not doing it to rebel—if I were, I would’ve gotten one (probably several) years ago. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while. Years, even. But being a person with anxiety, a couple things give me pause.

  1. What do I get? I mean, this is a permanent thing. There’s no erasing and trying again when I no longer fancy whatever I chose.


  1. The pain. Yeah, that’s the really scary part for me, especially because I don’t know how much it will hurt…only that it will.

This much stress over a silly tattoo? Seriously? If it’s that big of a deal, just don’t get one! LOL, that’s probably why I haven’t, already. But at the same time, I don’t want to allow the fear to rule me.

So, I’ve decided to get a tattoo—as soon as I get published. Call it a celebration, if you will. A memento of my accomplishment. I haven’t committed to exactly what it will be, yet—probably something writing related or following your dreams. Whatever I choose, it’ll be meaningful. And I can’t wait.

‘Til next time!


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