I’m now certain there is nothing more satisfying for me than getting a tattoo. The sad part is that it took me 50 years to discover this. Last year I had my first tattoo and I was forever transformed. I crossed the threshold into a new phase of life—pre-tattoo to post-tattoo. And I’m never looking back. And I definitely plan on getting more ink done!
It’s been years and years that I was considering getting a tattoo, but now I know that I just wasn’t ready because when I was ready, I didn’t “consider” it, I just got it!
I don’t feel like I base my identity around having tattoos. I have no profound literature to explain why I got my tats, or their deeper meaning. There is nothing “rebellious” about them, they’re just decoration, like permanent jewelry – they’re pretty, they’re fun. You just gotta take things lightly in life!
And about the “problem” of what they are going to look like in a few years on my aging, droopy skin – as opposed to what? To the glory of an un-tattooed aging, droopy skin? Who is going to care anyway when I’m eighty?
For me, tattoos are like a time machine. With them, I send messages to my older self. With them, I will never forget the day I got them, the things I want more in my life - love, passion, wealth, joy, belly laughs, high vibrations, creativity, security, closeness…
