Last week I got my first tattoo. I think I've wanted one since I was around 15 years old. PRAISE THE LORD that I didn't get one then (like my parents would have actually let me) cause who in the world knows what it would have been. Justin Timberlake's face maybe? I actually don't even think my dad knows that I got this one. So, Hey dad! I got a tattoo… It will be okay.
This year I've made the promise to myself, and the Lord, to be brave in all areas of my life. Donald Miller says to think about a year from now and the things you wish you would of done. Do those things.
I'm doing them this year. Little by little, big breaths, and baby steps.
It wasn't a hard choice for me to decide what I wanted for my tattoo. Although, there were lots of contenders. If you followed me on pinterest you probably unfollowed me cause for two weeks straight all I pinned was tattoos. It's okay, I understand.
I was 99% sure I wanted a feather for my very first tattoo. So, I did what any girl would do, and asked my husband to draw it on me. He wouldn't let me look until he done… and then we looked together. My eyes bulged and my heart started beating fast, which sounds ridiculous to have a fast beating heart due to sharpie marker on your arm, but it's true. This is it, he said. I nodded, It's perfect. The next day I went and talked with the tattoo artist, gave him some pictures, asked way too many questions, and scheduled my appointment.
My feather is for this verse:
And it's for so many other things.
Getting the tattoo was a pretty emotional experience for me. I literally almost talked myself out of it 6,000 times. It's all I thought about from Thursday, when I made the appointment, til Wednesday, when my appointment actually was. I am surprised my girlfriends are still friends with me after the endless tattoo texts that ensued. I am pretty sure I talked with everyone and anyone I knew who had been inked before to hear about the process, and mostly how they feel about their tattoos now. I polled the masses.
There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I wanted this tattoo. I just kept wondering what it would be like to have a tattoo 20, 30 years from now. I started to stare at everyone's arms, especially elderly women. All the grandmas that pick up the kids in Brody's classroom, I simply couldn't stop staring at their arms and imaging a feather there. Finally, I got to the point where I wrapped my brain around something being on my body forever. I think there is a seven stop mental process to getting your first tattoo, especially if your name is Danielle Burkleo.
It didn't hurt. I was preparing myself for something awful, but I laughed, talked, and instagrammed my way through the 15ish minute process. The tattoo artist asked how I decided on a feather and I explained to him about the verse in Psalms and everything it means to me. He said, I'm a hippie Buddhist myself but that is pretty cool. I said, I think so, too.
When he was done, and for the rest of the night, I felt overwhelmed. That's the best way I can describe it you. When I looked down at my arm I felt the presence of Jesus so strong and was overwhelmed with everything this meant to me. I was overwhelmed with the love, protection, and goodness of my great God.
Call me crazy but I kind of felt like a new woman.
I'm currently in the peeling process with my tattoo so once I'm done molting, and it completely heals, I'll share some up close, and real camera, photos.
Now, tell me about you. Do you have tattoos? Do want one? What are the meanings behind yours? It fascinates me to hear your stories.
Check that one off the bucket list, y'all.