So I got my first tattoo yesterday on a whim reminiscent of teenage impulsivity—but to clarify I have absolutely no regrets post ink. I am completely happy this spontaneous adventure found me on a day when I woke up blissfully unaware I would make such a permanent decision. Everyday is like this, we never know what could happen amidst all our planning and intention setting, but that’s the beauty of this wild life we live. The thought of a tattoo when I was younger seemed cliché and felt like a rebellious statement I wasn’t sure suited my personality—despite rebellious being my general disposition in those days. I wanted it to mean something, I wanted a reminder that could serve me for a lifetime, and that seemed pretty fair given the lack of return policy.
My Thursday morning started with breakfast and making a plan to double date with a dear friend, Diana and her new fiancé—whom I had never met. They just returned from traveling and we had so much to catch up on since their recent engagement so we decided to meet for tea at a new place near my apartment named Small Tea. Once there the combination of good vibes, good company and general loveliness prompted us to the nearest bar for a round of celebratory tequila shots! We certainly took after the good ol’ Mr. Buffet, and found our five o’clock a little after 2pm.
As the shots settled in to lubricate the conversation, my dear friend and I discussed the culmination of life events and emotions leading us to this moment where we found ourselves supremely grateful and happy to be celebrating—not all moments are cause for celebration. Life can seem so cruel unless you realize everything that has happened is for you, not against you. The storm never lasts forever, and I like to think it comes to cleanse us and spark transformation. This duality exists in our natural world, and we learned this past year to embrace it with love and openness. The spirit of sisterhood—mixed with a little tequila— took over, and we decided to commemorate this happy moment and tattoo our permanent reminder of the changing tides of life with a phase guide of our majestic moon. Our moon reflects the light of the sun into the darkness of night, and this symbolically represents what Diana and I did in 2014, we were each other's light in the darkness. Who wouldn’t want to be reminded of that everyday?
It could have been the liquid confidence or perhaps the high from spontaneity, but I wasn’t really nervous. My husband may have begged to differ, but secretly I think he was just a little nervous for me. He held my hand through the last stretch etched into my ribs, but the pain felt tolerable because it had meaning. Like a good yogi I focused on my breathing, and looking into his eyes I could see the love behind them, that sweet tenderness he holds only for me—a perfect moment to share with my love. Then before I knew it was time to look in the mirror, and appreciate the fresh ink.
I get it now. I understand why people get multiple tattoos or even choose to cover themselves head to toe. It’s a cathartic experience, you feel raw and more alive. Tattoos may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but if you’ve ever wanted one or had a sudden change of heart it’s never too late to call up Mike at Ocho Placas.
Lots of love,