Enjoy the ride

When I was younger I wanted a tattoo but my mom was against it and I was too chicken to get one. Last year I decided what I wanted to get (a phrase my dad wrote to me on my 18th birthday and a reminder to enjoy life) and was prepared to get it. My dad pointed out that I was almost 30 so I might as well wait until my birthday and make it a treat for the milestone. I figured that was a good idea because then I went a solid year with the idea in my head. The time is finally here. My brother took me to the tattoo shop in Philly as a birthday gift. I was excited but prepared for it to hurt. I was pleasantly surprised by how little it hurt and how quickly it was done.

I'm very happy with the end result!

 

 Here it is the day I got it.

This is me and the artist. My brother's friend is in the background.

 

 

Goal accomplished: Get a tattoo--check! 27 to go!