Diary of a First Tattoo

Today I went for my first ever tattoo.  It was a big deal for me, made bigger by the fact that I’m the sort of person who worries about every single thing that could go wrong as if all of them could happen at once.  But it was also a big deal because I’d wanted one for so long and had begun to think I’d die before I ever got my nerve up.

So, I hit my interim target on the diet and used that as an excuse to book myself in at the studio I’d had recommended.  I chose a design of a small black cross, thinking I would test out my reaction on something small and work my way up.  Very appropriately, I got the appointment on Ash Wednesday, which felt right – to be marked with a painful black cross on a day of penance.

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