I wanted to honor the memory of my parents in a very different way. Something out of the box for me and out of my comfort zone. Something other than the same “beige” idea. These past months, I have been able to come to understand myself better. I need much more than “beige” in my life to inspire me.
I received my first tattoo ever yesterday. The Irish four leaf clover representing, Faith-Hope-Love-Luck along with the words Mom and Dad.
Walking into the tattoo shop, I had my own preconceived ideas of the tattoo artists. I left with a very different mind-set. Tattoo artists are very talented artists. I sat there looking through the different books amazed at some of the artistry.
Most of all, I was amazed at how nice all the artists were in the shop. While walking into the shop, the first artist I noticed was a guy who had his entire face “tatted”. Now that I’ve got the lingo down. My first thought was-oh my, what did I get myself into here.
While talking with the tattoo artist (while his past was very colorful) he was bright, articulate , personable and very kind. I’m sure it’s not the first time he’s received the same type of “judgement”.
Tattoos are very misunderstood. I understand now that tattoos are a way to express emotion, which perhaps can’t be verbalized.
The entire experience taught me a very good lesson. I was able to walk out with the tattoo I wanted to honor the memory of my parents. In addition, learned a lesson on pre-judgement.