Last month, I got a tattoo on a whim. It’s a banner with birds saying ‘I Still Believe’.
I now regret it with every inch of my being. I got it on a whim, didn’t think about the complications etc, and now I have to live with it.
But do I?
I’ve booked in for a tattoo removal consultation. I know I only got it last month, but I absolutely regret it. But at least I’m doing something about it. My consultation is Friday at 3.30pm, and maybe, hopefully, I’ll start it then and there. I’ll track my progress through this blog.
I try not to have any regrets but I try to make the good come out of them. For example:
- Moved to a different town. Yes, I moved back in a week. I regretted putting myself through that pain, but at the end of the day, if I didn’t move, I wouldn’t appreciate home as much as I do now, and I would forever be spending my time with “what if…?”
So, all in all:
I got a new tattoo. I had doubts before and after it. I was proud of it, and I liked it. One day, I looked in the mirror, and I hated it. But, if I hadn’t had it done, I would never know what it would feel like, and I might be full of regret for not having it done.
