All I can say is that I’m thankful for all of my friends, especially Christina, Anna, Hanan and Kathleen. Tomorrow I am talking to a tattoo artist and I’m going to get my first tattoo. My dad doesn’t really care because he sees me as an adult and what I decide to do with my body, is my decision and my decision shouldn’t involve anyone else. Mom, I’m not sure. When I was 18,19, she told me that I couldn’t get one while I was living here. My friends were getting them at that time. However, I’m reading that this is the common response of parents when their newly adult children are of that age. I’m going to be 30, I know what I’m doing and I thought it through.
Last year, mom said she didn’t care what I did either and couldn’t wait for the day when I got over caring so much about their thoughts. This was when she was in a good mood. My cousins have them now and she just said, “amazing.” We chatted about it, but I was indifferent and just told her how I remember seeing someone get tattooed and how much pain he was in. She simply said, “of course.” She hasn’t added, “not under this roof” since I was 19. It’s most likely a moot point. As all of my friends said, “Jess, you are going to be 30 years old. You are of age and of sound mind. Don’t worry so much!” I’m thankful for their support and reassurance.
I showed Anna, Christina, and Tiarra the Wraith design I’m getting. They are all tattooed and said that it wouldn’t take long at all and I could get it drawn small. Tomorrow when I meet with the artist, I will ask him, among other questions. The Wraith has meant a lot to me for the past 15 years and within the last five years, it has a huge significance in my life. I’m excited and a little nervous. My friends reassured me that this is normal. This is going to be an early gift to myself.
This morning, a woman at work gave me some collard greens she made. She saved me some and they were delicious. I’m grateful for her kindness.
What are you grateful for?