The Tattoo Story

Last Wednesday, I revealed my new tattoo. There is so much personal meaning to this ink. So much thought went into every little thing about it, but not more than the actually location of the tattoo. I decided to have the art inked above my ankle for a very personal reason. If you look closely, you'll see that just below the tattoo is a long scar that goes right over my ankle bone. Six years ago, after a long night of arguing and yelling and going back and forth between my screaming teens and angry husband, I took a tumble, heard a crunchy crack, felt the most intense pain I've ever felt in my life, and fell to the floor howling in pain.

Only after that did the kids and the ex finally shut up.

X-rays revealed that I had a spiral fracture. A week later, I had surgery. For three months after that, I had to be in a wheel chair, on crutches, and then into a boot as I learned to walk again. The three months that I was recovering, I had a lot of time to sit and think. There was a lot that was wrong in my world. A lot that I wasn't doing. A lot that I wasn't happy about.

That break began my slow climb out of the hole I had fallen into.

There's a verse that is referenced on the tattoo: Isaiah 51:3. The a story about how I came upon that verse is pretty cool... maybe a little spooky... but that's for another day. If you want to know what it says, it's at the end of this video.

Peace, Love, and Sugar