Much to the shock of many people, including my nephews, I busted my tattoo cherry this week. I managed to go just over a half century without any ink on my body up until now.
What made me do it? Having a tattoo is something that I’ve wanted to do for some time now, but it took me turning my desire into an action for it to happen. It was also necessary for me to settle on a design that I could live with the rest of my life without regrets, as well as a location on my body that will not change much as I age. In case it’s not readily discernable in the picture to the left, that place was my calf, which is also safe for the professional office environment that I work in.
I’ve had the tattoo a few days now and I have zero remorse for having done it. Simplifying my life includes living without regret, whether that be by action, or lack thereof.
