Tattoos fascinate me.

The idea of ink leaving a permanent mark on my skin is something I used to fear for myself. It wasn’t the pain, it wasn’t the regret. It was the idea that I’d choose a design that I wanted to get rid of 5, 10 years down the line.

Airbrush tattoos are generally a great alternative. I got this as a timely reminder to myself. Been meaning to for the past few weeks, and finally kicked myself to do it yesterday.

Instant regrets: Not asking them to add some red to the tail for a more colourful spin and not putting the tattoo a little lower on the arm so when I type, the tattoo’s completely hidden.

Otherwise, today’s the second day and I’m finding living with the tattoo isn’t so bad. We’ll see how things go in a week.