20 Nov 2013 § 3 Comments
“It has to mean something to you.”
That was the advice I received from friends who have tattoos.
It took around three years from when the thought of getting a tattoo first entered my mind to when the needle finally hit my skin. I had plenty of ideas prior to this, mainly circling around my daughter’s name and birthdate, but all my ideas were very vague and fluid…I just could not consolidate it into a piece of artwork. Strangely enough, I found my tattoo artist way before I knew what I wanted – Lynda from Pink Tattoos…I’ve been following her work via Instagram for quite awhile and fell in love with her lovely and delicate word tattoos.
They say that when you know, you know. That timing is everything. It’s the same with this tattoo.
The Time Traveler’s Wife is one of my favorite books of all time. I’ve read it over and over again (always with a box of tissues next to me), but this time, when I reached the last phrase in the letter that Henry wrote to Claire:
There and then, I just knew that that’s what I wanted. It fit. Those three words which previously was just part of a story that I love, somehow resounded so strongly with where I was in life right now.
Every experience that I’ve had in the past couple of years had required fundamentally one thing from me: patience. And those who know me well knows that patience is one of the virtues that I’ve always lacked in bucketloads. It’s very hard to me to sit back and just…wait. Yet that’s what I have been doing in what has been, for me, the hardest 5 years I’ve had so far.
Waiting. Waiting for something to be resolved. Waiting for something to happen.
And thru it all, the one thing I’ve learnt is to let things just flow. Things are delayed for a reason, things don’t happen for a reason…and it’s ok.
I no longer feel the need to push through certain things because I believe there’s a higher reason why it isn’t happening now. And no, I’m not a particularly religious person hence when I say ‘higher’, it may mean god, or fate, or kismet. Who knows.
To me, those three words perfectly encapsulates what it means to wait. Because truly, time is nothing. We will get there. I will get there.
Despite my misgivings, the whole process was relatively painless and over in 20 or less minutes. A friend had warned me that it would be addictive and she was right…by the time I walked out, I knew I just had to have a second one done, and this time, it’s definitely going to be my daughter’s name or birthdate, or both.
What made this whole experience even more meaningful was the actual date of the appointment…but that’s another story for another day…