In spite of the many and varied designs (and quality) of tattooes available, I have never yet committed to one, though I have been tempted on many an occasion. After all, let us be qute plain about this – there are tattooes and there are tattooes.
This, for instance, illustrates why I haven’t done anything so far:
This, on the other hand is rather a shame:
But then there’s this, which I think is utterly awesome (and I couldn’t even tell you what it’s about):
Throughout my life, I’ve had various designs in mind. But I have a rule; a 2 year rule, to stop me from impulsively doing something I’ll later regret. If there’s a design I like the idea of, I’ll think about it. I may even draw it on me. And if I still really like the idea in 2 years time (and there hasn’t been a point where I’ve thought ‘that tattoo just wouldn’t go with this’) I’ll get inked.
So far nothing’s made the cut.
There was the tiny blue cross I wanted on the inside of my left wrist. Lasted a few months, even got drawn on intermittently. But no.
There was the Fibonnaci sequence down my spine. That got drawn on (badly, by Husby, who apprently can’t write well on a breathing target). It looked terrible and the idea suddenly vanished into the ether.
There was the idea of having my Neverborns names somewhere (immediately felt creepy and the idea lasted less than 15 minutes).
The current design I have in mind is the beautiful Nautilus spiral, perfectly depicting the Golden ratio, with the lines of it traced in the Fibonnaci sequence (because they all link up and they’re utterly stunningly beautiful). It’s not been 2 years yet and I am still kinda keen, but we’ll see.
Recently though, I’ve been struggling (read a few posts back, if you haven’t been keeping up – when I say struggling I really, really man it. Life has thrown more doozies than I care to think of lately, and they’ve all found their mark) and the thing which I thought might help is to focus on the bigger picture; to keep centred on what is important, and wouldn’t you know it – someone pointed it right out to me
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things. Philippians 4:8
Perhaps this list is what I need. Tattooed on my forearm for easy reference, as I just know I’d forget to remember (I’d have knots tied in string to remember the knots I tied to remember whatever-it-was).
So I’ll make a start – my challenge, to myself, for a week – to find ten things I’m thankful for in each day.
1. I’m thankful for Husby. This one may (or may not, if he’s annoyed me in the few hours before I write the post) re-feature. I may even tell you why I’m thankful. In fact, heck, why not? Today it’s because he laughed and didn’t yell at me when I crept out of the bathroom, crawled into the bedroom silently and suddenly grabbed his foot as he was snuggling down for a nap. He yelled in terror, then laughed, which was awesome.
2. I’m thankful for living in such a beautiful flat with lovely views and lots of space. And as a sub-division of that (and #1) I’m thankful for my little balcony of plants (it’s still chic!) which, today I added to with a purple buddhlia in a tiny pot I need to upgrade. Well, it’s not purple yet – it will be when it has flowers on, and then I shall have butterflies! Yay!
3. I’m thankful that I’m undertaking this college course and that I’ve the brains to do it (even if the assignments are frustrating and have imminent deadlines).
4. I’m thankful for the technology that allows me to undertake it! Where would I be without my laptop? No blogs? No Youtube? Unthinkable.
5. I’m thankful for being able to cook. One thing I learned really well from my Dad – cook good food, enjoy cooking it and enjoy eating well.
6. I’m thankful for Husby’s wonderful, amazing endocrinologist, who has a treatment plan to make him fertile again (for now, and hopefully until we have a baby).
7. I’m thankful for my lovely Goddaughter, who I’m babysitting now, and who let me read her a bedtime story then went right off to sleep (and let me watch Cleopatra undisturbed), and who is just such a sweetie.
8. I’m thankful for my friends who (at whatever distance) care for me, buoy me up and cheer me on and cry with me when things are tough.
9. I’m thankful for my church, where people are willing to support, listen and teach me.
10. I’m thankful for the Big Bang Theory, which I watch with Husby (and which he quotes, as it plays) which provides such wonderfully geeky humour and escapism and a sense of togetherness as Husby and I over-indulge and revel in it. Couldn’t bear not to end on a silly note.
Roll on tomorrow – I’d better be watching for new things to be thankful for, as I’d hate to give you a week of repeats!