Of course, I wasn’t without the common tattoo fears….the pain, the permanency….both sort of freaked me out and I think that’s why I put it off for so long. But 10 years later, I was still talking about wanting a tattoo and something in me just went off. So frickin get one Jules. Stop talking. Do it.
For my design, I decided on the lyric “sigh no more” from one of my favorite bands, Mumford and Sons (ever heard of them? ;] ) I have always been really into lyrics. I was that emo girl in high school/college that wrote lyrics on her notebook and put them in her AIM profile (remember those??) to cryptically share what I was feeling about whatever boy I liked. And in general, I am a pretty stressed out person. It’s hard for me to let go, and not worry about things. I worry a lot. Too much. I need to chill. Relax. Chillax. This tattoo is my reminder to not sweat the small stuff, and not take life too seriously.
The morning of my appointment, J drove me to the tattoo parlor. I was freaking out. I’m pretty sure I kept saying “omgomgomg” out loud. We had to wait a while before getting started and it didn’t help my nerves. I was nauseas and asked J if he could go next door and pick me up some tea. I sat there, foot bouncing (twitching?), mind racing, until the tattoo artist called me over. As soon as he started prepping my arm, I relaxed. I guess it was just those initial “leading up to the big moment” moments that made my anxiety kick into overdrive. Actually going through the motions of getting one felt natural because it was something I knew I wanted.
The pain….I mean, yeah, there was pain. I’ve heard a lot of people say “it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would.” That wasn’t the case for me. It did hurt. Did I handle it with a damn good poker face? Hell yes. I’m pretty sure J excepted me to cry out a bit or something. He told me I handled it well. Damn straight.
Do you have any tattoos? Where? What? Why? Did you become addicted, like so many people say? Tell me! I’m curious! xo JA