Watching How I Met Your Mother and they are talking about being too old to do certain things. Like – beer bong…raves…sleeping on futons…piercing body parts… So I’m thinking, what am I too old for?
I think this is why I’ve had some hesitancy and reservation with my new ink (pictures coming after the touch up in a few weeks). Am I too old for this? The few people that have had a sneak peak to my back, has absolutely loved the piece. Ok, ok…I know I can’t adequately see my own back. And why my artist insisted Norman take a picture so I can study it from the perspective it’s meant to be viewed. To give that kind of critical eye to discuss the last few changes, if any.
I digress. If I let go of that, those persistent tapes of what I should be doing in my life. Well then, fuck it I’m finishing up a kick ass tattoo. So suck on that!
Off to finish reading Heather Armstrong’s new book. Going to see her tomorrow night for a reading. I have to say, I think it’s a good thing that another woman has come out to share her story of post partum depression. It’s real. I don’t understand how people can discount it, say moms need to take vitamins or are faking it…god damn it parenting is the hardest thing. E-V-E-R!! There are not any words to describe to parentless-adults (children?) how incredibly hard it is to be a parent. It’s so overwhelming.
Regardless of what people think of Heather’s writing style, or the lead up to the breakdown – it is one more story, maybe one less mom feels so alone. Maybe even more. Isn’t that worth it?