I got a tattoo.
I'm sure it was a surprise to some when they saw it, and maybe a disappointment to a few others.
Or maybe not so much a disappointment (at least I can hope), as that maybe a few were just left wondering, Why?
I didn't do it to provoke reactions. Though the reactions I have been given have been varied and somewhat interesting. Those in my life I expected more from, gave less. And those I thought would be closed off to the idea, actually threw their arms wide open and celebrated with me.
Begin. It's always been a favorite word of mine. To begin. Today. To be the person I hope to someday be. To begin. Today. Breathing a bit deeper, praying a bit longer, and dreaming a bit larger. To begin. Today. Picking up the pen and putting it to paper. To begin. Right now. From where I am. With what I am. In hopes of uncovering every last ounce of all that I am.