New Art

 This week I got a new tattoo.

While I totally think if you want to get art on your body it doesn't have to have meaning. But for me, it does. 

My first tattoo while not super well planned or researched because I was 18, it was to focus on moving forward and loving myself, specifically loving my body. While I've had body issues since getting the lotus its a good reminder.  

My second tattoo is one I got after loosing a student. It broke a piece of me. In the angel wings on my ankle I carry a little piece of him with me as I move throughout life. 

My third I got when I felt like I no longer had to hide who I was. Like I could me authentically myself, free from judgement. Don't worry my mother still judged my Eeyore tattoo plenty, but I its me living as true to myself as I can.

My forth tattoo. The one I got this week is an attempt to reclaim and heal from my divorce. I belong among the wild flower some where open and free. And I never want to forget that again, or loose that feeling that I have fought so hard to get back. I don't feel it every day. Some days the anxiety and depression have more fight in them than I do, but I will always carry wild flowers with me. So I never forget that I am worthy and valuable all on my own.