I must be the most distracted person I know. I’m like the dog from ‘Up‘ but in human form. I get easily distracted and random things catch my attention as I set my self on a task. Last time I checked my Bucket List I realized that not only did I already have a collection but I have also gotten a new tattoo!
Yup. I have two tattoos. But before I tell you about my new addition, let me share a little about my first tattoo.
I got my two heart tattoo back in May 1st, 2006 and I was supposed to get it with a friend. Long story short, she backed out of getting one herself (it was all her idea, btw), I got my heart tattoo, and almost made the great mistake of adding my [then boyfriend now] dear husband’s initials right along the outline. And yes, I did call it a mistake. It is said that if you tattoo your boyfriend’s name or initials the relationship will not end well…either way it looks better in simple black and tiny red heart.
I owe you the photo. But for the time being all I can say is that it is in a hidden spot (and covered in little spots thanks to my lovely friend Pityriasis Rosea). One of these days I’ll share my first with you; that is if I remember, of course!
My Breathe Tattoo
I got this new fellow back in Denver. I can’t remember the exact date but I do remember it was on a Thursday. After my first tattoo I knew I wanted a second one. Things changed. I got married, pregnant, became a mom, and the idea of getting another tattoo was set aside for another time.
As years passed I learned new things about myself. Like, for example, I can get easily frustrated. I guess this is due to my ability of getting easily distracted. Once I am doing something it frustrates me when I am interrupted; getting back into my train of thought will take more time and patience.
This is how I came up with my tattoo idea. Breathe. Take it slow, take a deep breath. Think before you speak. Breathe. After I had the vision of my new tattoo the location was easily to decide on: my wrist. It is easy to see and is always at arms reach (tee hee, pun intended).
It was after the vision and the location where set when the fun part began: the design. I looked on Google Images for countless hours. All I could find where tattoos reading Just Breathe or something similar; but all in cursive. I thought in writing breathe in other languages: latin, french, portuguese. But it did not feel right. It was just not me.
And like any good designer, it all came together the night before!
I added my 4 little birds to represent every member in my family. Tyler, me, A., and J. Why birds? Well, that is our lastname: Byrd! It simply fit.
So now my tattoo reads Breathe. For your Byrds. All mine.
I still forget to breathe every now and then. I forget to take it easy. To forget about the small things. To realize that there is more out there than being distracted. That small things are all small.
But just like all things in life: step by step.