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 together...in 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?




4 comments:

  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!!

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

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  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. :)

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    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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