Hey, hey guys, look! I got a tattoo! On my ass!
By ass I mean arm.
It's my third one, and the selection process for it was just as rigorous and soul searching as it was with its predecessors.
... I saw a pretty picture, gave a lady with a needle some money and said "this on my body forever now, please!"
I've had it for three days and am gritting my teeth against the urge to pick the scabs (ooh, I love a good scab!!), and I must say, I think it looks rather marvellous.
Sounds sappy, but having something I consider pretty on my person at all times is making me feel slightly more attractive too. Like I've avoided a few more blows off the ugly stick than I'd initially thought.
Combined with a few people pointing out that since I've upped the mileage of my runs (ran 12 miles on Tuesday. 12!!!), I'm a bit less offensive on the eye of late (not a direct quote, obviously. My friends aren't as mean to me as I am...), I feel pretty good about myself this week.
Thanks to the running, I feel mentally stronger too. Capable at work, better around people. I've even eased up on my internal criticism about my little writing projects. A bit.
Running is magical!
Or maybe my tattoo is. Two for joy and all that.
Or maybe ink poisoning affects the brain first...
If you're interested, the people who professionally, cheerily and hygeinically scarred me for life are Swansea Tattoo Co, can be found on Facebook and are chuffing brilliant! I was tattooed by Ami Williams =)