I’ve been thinking about what to get for a while now. I want one with my mom and I want a ship and some lines from “City of Hope” by Amanda Cook. I want a dragon and a snake and a million other things. But I’d been putting off what was next because nothing felt like the perfect thing to get now.
Then, a few months ago, our family got some sad news. Just a few weeks after my dad made his recovery, we heard that my grandpa, my mom’s incredible father, was diagnosed with a tumor on his brain. We were given a plan and an expected time frame.
Suddenly it became very real about how much time I have with the people I love. Continue reading →
I do a lot of things for a lot of reasons. One of the most common questions, or judgments, I get is “why?” Why did I choose that field to study in? Why am I friends with that person? Why did I do that to my hair? WHY did I get that piercing? (You know the one)
Why did I get the tattoo?
I promise you, I have reasons. And more than half the time, they aren’t the reasons people think they are. (At least from what I’ve heard. I’m not in everybody’s minds, so I’ll never know for sure) but for the most part, I probably haven’t explicitly told you why I did something, so you don’t know.