I was scared. I detest needles with a passion. But, I wanted something permanent that would be a part of me. One of my friends said her husband didn't like the idea and I wondered if I should 'ask the Craftsman'. Then, I realised he hardly ever sees me in the light and where the tat was placed is a spot no one ever notices unless I'm in a swimsuit. I decided to do it. I hadn't decided when, though! Just sometime while I was home in 2014.
As you may or may not know, home is Alaska. I wanted my tattoo to reflect my love for the 49th state and decided for-get-me-nots were going to be the main design. I didn't want anything large, so felt a simple heart from 2 flowers was perfect. Unfortunately, when I took my idea to Joe, he suggested it was a bit boring and found a photo online. I figured if he could do it and my tat mentor was cool with it (he helped pay for it), we'd do it. My mentor already had two larger ones and when I mentioned that was the only souvenir I wanted to take back from Alaska, he jumped on the idea!
I was a basket case for most of the experience. I will most likely never do this again as long as I live! The absolute worst part was when Joe and my mentor took a cigarette break before it was finished. Alone, stinging, and sore, I waited in the small tat room with my book. NEVER GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT A BOOK!!!! However, I survived. My mentor's hand survived (I didn't crush it). And I love my little piece of home!
So, what does my tattoo mean? It means love, it means never forgetting, it means the Cook Inlet and the Ring of Fire, and it is a piece of my world that will always be with me. I like that it is on my shoulder and that it is rarely seen. It is a part of me and will never go away. Like Alaska, memories, and everything that makes up home. It is a part of my heartbeat.
Cue song about Alaska!!!