I’m thinking about getting a tattoo.
One of my most childish secrets is that when I was grappling most with my anxiety, I would put on the necklace below each day as a reminder to be brave. It helped. A lot. Even now that my anxiety is just a whisper, I still wear it almost everyday, accompanied by one of two Celtic knots.
|Thank you Jen for the poignant reminder to live, and Alex for the Celtic knots of our family.|
As I was putting it on the other day, I thought that maybe I should get those words tattooed on me, as a permanent reminder that life is short and that it is up to me to be brave and live it. It is a funny thing in life how living to our full potential often takes the greatest courage. I do not want to ever forget that I control my courage instead of my courage controlling me.
If I choose to get a tattoo, I also want to integrate the tree of life somehow. I am fascinated by its symbolism throughout many cultures, including the Celts. It annoys me that the tree is becoming trendy, because my connection to it roots back further, to my childhood. I used to sit high up in the branches of old trees and talk to them. They even told me their secrets about life and our interconnectedness. No, I was not on drugs. Yes, maybe I am part hippie.
All joking aside, I really never thought that there would be anything permanent enough for me to want to have tattooed on my body. However, anyone that really knows me, knows that I am an odd mixture of over-thinking and impulse. It will be interesting to see which side wins this battle… Maybe I should just buy myself a tree of life charm to add to my necklace and save myself the trouble!