I have always been a people pleaser. This personality trait has done a great job of keeping me “reeled in”, while simultaneously masking my true self. I have too often found myself wondering if I’m “too much” or “not enough”. I have noticed that the older I get, the less I care about what other people think of me. Honestly, my husband’s opinion is the only one that truly matters. We’re in this marriage thing together; he is my best friend, and I value his input and preferences.
This newfound freedom to just be myself has given me confidence I didn’t know I had, and permission to do things I’ve always wanted to do.
I have wanted a tattoo for as long as I can remember- even as a child I collected temporary tattoos. As much as I wanted one, I was paralyzed with worry about what others would think- especially my parents. They have strong opinions and the last thing I want to do is disappoint them. However; I decided at 29 years old to take the plunge. Not for anyone other than myself. I would rather have the experience and a piece of amazing art, than to regret not doing it when I had the chance. Tim has been my greatest encouragement. Although he has no desire to be tattooed, he appreciates ones that are well done.
This was not a spur of the moment decision on my part; plans have been in the works for a few years. I took the time to research artists, find one that would be able to design a custom tattoo based on my preferences, and rock it with technical precision. This is, after all, something that will permanently decorate my body and it must be done the right way.
I decided on the perfect-for-me artist about a year and a half ago and sent a request. Through a series of emails, plans were discussed and a date was set! Hannah Aitchison would be my artist, and I would be traveling to Pittsburg, PA to be tattooed by her!
So here I am, January 6. 2017, with five hours of work completed on my thigh piece, and couldn’t be happier with the progress thus far!