ink'ed

ladies and gents. 

i'm getting a tattoo.

either for the big one nine

or when i move to salt lake.

the way i see it, 

it's a start to a new chapter in my life.

 being independent,

not caring what others think, 

loving myself,

 remembering what myself and others are worth, 

 not judging myself, 

accepting everyone.

 doing what i want, not what i think others want from me. after all, i am the one living with my decisions. even if that makes those around me unhappy.. 

i've always had this weird thing with anchors. i sorta love them. i think part of me is a mermaid. i think the only reason i don't know how to swim is because the craving of the ocean would kill me. i've always loved how the ocean is just there. it doesn't do anything to get attention. it's just going about it's business peacefully..beautifully..mysteriously..

i just love it.  

right now i'm thinking something super small. i don't want anything too flashy. after all this is for me. no one else. 

an anchor on my heel..or side of my foot. 

either brown or white ink..

but the idea is young and there is much time to play around with.

the wonders

today is my first day of therapy. 

physical. not mental. 

my doctor wants me to endure twelve sessions over six weeks of physical therapy for my tibia.

you would think that a bone injury wouldn't require therapy, but dr. mclane knows better then i do. 

so i'll endure my six weeks and praise the lord when i can finally jump for joy again. 

during this entire ordeal, i've noticed what amazing things sour bodies can do. 

they are such a blessing.

like they can do just about anything with the proper training. 

if i wanted to be a dancer, my body would eventually bend in ways that aren't natural.

it's kinda really cool that the lord gives us such amazing gifts, like this; and we constantly take it for granted. 

that is, until we can't use it to it's full abilities. 

come what may and love it...:) even if it's therapy