This past week I surpassed a huge hurdle for me, I got a tattoo. For over ten years now I’ve wanted a tattoo to represent my grandmother, and I finally did it.
I think I’m still in a bit of shock about it. It’s hard to believe that it is now a permanent part of me.
I choose the star for a few reasons.
Firstly, my grandmother and I spent some of our time together up at the cottage. While we were up there she and I sat outside looking out at the stars; it is one of my only good memories with her and everytime I look at the stars I can’t help but remember her.
Second, all through school I would doodle. I would doodle on everything and anything. From textbook covers to tests and exams, everything. My go-to doodle was a simple star. My grandfather once told me to stop doodling so much, and my grandmother stood up to him for me.
Lastly, this star is simple, small, and highly unlikely to offend anyone.
I think this piece of my past applied in such a permanent way is a symbol. It’s the beginning of the new me. If I can fight my anxiety and decide on, and get a tattoo, I can do anything.
Here is to the new me.