I'm getting a tattoo today

Yes, really.

It may surprise you to know that I've actually thought of getting a tattoo - off and on - for years.  I've always talked myself out of it for one reason or another.  Is it safe?  What would I get?  Where?  Is there anything I want badly enough to embed it into my skin forever?  And it always felt like the right decision not to get one.

Until recently.

The "tattoo nagging" in my mind ratcheted up to full force about a year ago and I've tried ever since then to squelch the idea.  I'm just not a tattoo kind of person.  But, a few weeks ago I was watching VAMPIRE DIARIES (yes I ADMIT IT) and a small dainty tattoo caught my eye.  And I thought - that's it.  I'm getting that one.

And you know what?  The decision feels good.  It feels right.  I told a couple of coworkers today and they were practically ecstatic once I convinced them that I wasn't kidding.  One of my coworkers, a real buzzkill, started to shake his head and describe the myriad of professional problems I'll have, since this tattoo will be in a visible spot.

The thing is, I get it.  I bet you I could list even more reasons than he can why I shouldn't get one.  He's certainly not telling me anything I don't already know.  But I've lived my entire life talking myself out of many, many things.  I was not the rebellious teenager who died my hair purple.  I was not the college student who got blitzed on spring break in Padre Island and ended up with a couple of piercings and an STD.  I was (and still am) a girl with my head in a book and with a thousand and one justifications for conservativism over any sort of activity or display that would be considered over the top.  It's just my personality.

I just happen to also want to go on an African safari and go hang gliding and, you know, get inked.  But of course I already ordered the cover-up concealer for those important, public, days in the office.  Because, you know, that's also how I roll.

Cheers!  Pics to come!