Mom and I had a very busy Thursday. Mom finalized what she needed to for her new job, we ate at a new restaurant, and, we got new tattoos.
I have “Believe” everywhere in my house; in front of the t.v., a Christmas ornament, and something else that I painted. It’s a word that has resonated with me, for some reason. Why not “dream”? Why not “hope”? I don’t know.
I follow a guy named Chip on Facebook. He put up a post about his new apprentice doing free script tattoos. I told Mom about it a few days after I saw it, and she told me I had to set up an appointment.
“But, I don’t know what I’d get.”
Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?
But, that’s so common. Even Chip made a joke about it. I didn’t mind, because I agreed.
Thursday morning, Mom told me she was getting “Shalom”. I thought she was going to get “dream,” but I like this idea better. I also liked the fact that she was flipping through the Bible and said, “Here’s the greek word for ‘believe’.” I loved it. It was perfect. It was different.
“I thought it was another language for ‘pissed’,” someone at work said to me (the word is pronounced pis-tyoo-oh).
Why did I get it on my arm? Well, everyone (at work) has tattoos on the underside of their wrist. Also, I like to write stuff in that spot, with me being left-handed and all. I thought it was different, so I did it.
Mom and I are really happy with our decision. After I left the shop I kept thinking, “Oh wow, I just got another tattoo.”
Yes, yes I did.