Saturday, 6 October 2012

Day 6: The Do-Something-Scary-with-a-Friend Challenge

I haven't been sure whether I should post this particular challenge.  I know not everyone approves of this kind of thing (sorry Nanny!).  

In the spring I did something scary.  I jumped off a cliff!  Into a Mexican river!  Twice!  It was quite a rush.  But the amount of adrenaline coursing through my body then was nothing compared to how I felt Tuesday morning.  I was completely on edge!  I couldn't relax.  And I drank way more coffee than I'm used to. Why was I so nervous?  Because I had an appointment that day at noon to get a tattoo (or two).

I've wanted to for a while, but never would have had the nerve to actually go do it if not for my sister-in-law.  Tasha and I talked about it at Christmas time last year, and decided we would go May for our birthdays.  Obviously it didn't happen in May, but once we got enough recommendations for a tattoo place and decided to book it, the only date available before December was October 2nd.

This picture shows me completely on edge from the adrenaline and nervousness.  Do I hide it well enough?

Pardon the 12-year-old-inspired hair style.  I just quickly swept it off to the side to keep it out of the way.
By the time I got to this point, 1.5 tattoos into the process, my nerves had calmed.  I went first of the two of us, and I'm so glad I did, or I may have passed out from the stress of anticipation.  I wasn't afraid of the momentous decision of permanently etching something into my skin.  Nor was I worried I'd regret my choices.  I was afraid of the process itself...the pain, the healing process, and the rumours I grew up with about seedy dirty tattoo parlours infecting people with who-knows-what.

And here are the finished tattoos!  #1: A simple heart.  My kids asked me why I got a heart.  I told them it's to show that I will love them and their daddy forever and ever.

#2: A quill pen.  To remind me to keep writing.  People who see it keep calling it a leaf.  It's actually a feather, you know the kind of pen Shakespeare would have used.  Once the swelling and scabbing goes away in a few days, it will be subtle white, not pink.

Thank you so much Tasha for helping me to stay calm, keeping me company as I nervously babbled through the process, and giving me the courage to finally do something that meant a lot to me.

Now readers, I'd love to know how friends have helped you do something scary   Or is there anything you're afraid to do that a friend could help you get through?


  1. Went ziplining recently with some friends. The worst part was rappelling down off a platform - but having friends there to encourage me helped.

    Cute tats!!

    1. Ziplining would be so fun! I hope to do lots of adventure stuff like that as the kids get older.

  2. I like the pen. :) I don't think I'd ever get a tattoo myself, but I've seen some cool ones. When I went rock climbing for the first time, I was excited and terrified - especially when I got to the top of the wall and looked down! My cousin was with me and she was a huge help. :)

    1. I don't remember whether I was scared the first time I went rock climbing...I was 14 at the time. But the first time I went with Kevin, I was scared! He was belaying, and I wasn't sure he had the hang of it yet. Then there was the trust fall off the tower!


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