I get tattoos for specific reasons. Not generally on a whim. Today was part whim, part specific reasons. The tattoo is an adaptation of a necklace I purchased during the weekend when I really started to question how happy I was in my marriage and whether or not I was living true to me. I only recognize this looking back as the beginning of the road to self awareness that I'm on. So when K's mom said she wanted a tattoo and K asked if I wanted to go with her and get one, I said sure. And the artist made this from the metal necklace I wear often.
It's not the big piece I'm getting when the divorce goes through. That'll be a set of frogs on my right hip (you know, to match the left hip). But this is smallish and a good adaptation of the actual necklace.
Self awareness is a journey. My body is its memorykeeper.