I hear ya zjw.... being brought up stern, having
tattoos and piercing back in the day was a no
no and you would live to regret it.
So all that negativeness drilled into me
from a small age, I never wanted one.
Same thing with pets. However, when
I got sober and yrs down the road, I raised
2 cats, my babies who lived and passed
on a good life. They were my gifts in
recovery that I was glad to have been
able to experience and be thankful for.
When I was close to ending my 25 yr
marriage and living in Houston for 10
yrs, I had a glimps of a tattoo while working
and was inspired. Once I returned home
here to Baton Rouge and met my now
husband, I learned how to ride a motorcycle,
got my endorsement, and got my first
tattoo, many one days sober down the
road.
The more time I have sober, the older
ive gotten, life still gets interesting.
Never imagined id have all my pretty
tattoos and have ridden to Sturgis and
Daytona for bike week on the back
of a Harley in my life today.
I did have my tats working in a pretty
bakery here and customers admired
them, bosses didn't mind as long as they
were covered, but I wanted to show
them off the best I could.
I eventually retired from the working
force and now feel even freer than I
ever have. lol