I just shook up Olive and Finch's world by telling them my "popsicle dragon" tattoo was actually a bomb with bat wings. Obvi very deviating. Makes me think about how my tattoos are just my skin to them and only unusual/shocking/noticeable to others. I don't notice my tattoos, I notice my blank skin and can only think about the designs that should be there instead. I know the kids don't notice them and neither does chris anymore, which is the way I like it. I don't like talking about my tattoos and am generally uninterested in other people's tattoos (because I also don't notice them on others) but this was too cute of a tattoo story to not tell:) happy Sunday y'all #sundayfunday#tattoedmom#tattoostory#thekidsarealright#dragonsandshit#darkestdays
Today is one of the worst days of my life. I lost a very good friend today, for what seems to be no good reason. I'm not a person who believes in fate, karma, etc., but sometimes it seems as if folks come into your life for a reason. I think the reason this person came into my life was to teach me about myself. To show me where I'm weak, how I can improve, that I am beautiful, compassionate, and brave, and most importantly to not let others take advantage of me or take me for granted. The last one was a very painful (and costly) lesson. The important thing is that I learn from this and not repeat the same mistakes. And though I know it's best for both of us to be apart, I do not want to let go. But, therein lies another lesson: I have to do what's best, not what I want.