Toasty

I was three days out of surgery when it dawned on me that my tattoo was right in the surgery line.

Fast forward to yesterday, the splint comes off, and I look and yep, toasty was stapled.

I got this tattoo of a toasted marshmallow to remind myself that you can feel like you are going through hell and just come out a little different. Toasty is a conversation starter. I am okay with that.

I am okay with people asking and me telling them that you can make through anything. I have other tattoos, they all have meanings. One is in memory of Kip. One reminds me, that life like music is that we can choose how we remember events in out lives.

Tattoos like people tell stories. Like my running, I got my first tattoo at 47. I have gotten the rest over the past few years. My tattoos are visual reminders to tell my story.

We all have a story to tell. When you have a cast on your leg people ask you for your story. I will tell you. Running and broke my ankle and then in the immortal words of Paul Harvey now for the rest of the story.

We all have a rest of the story. I have been reminded over and over these past couple of weeks that we all need someone to tell our story to. Even if it is just a piece of it. Sometimes you walk into someone’s life to walk with them through a part of their journey. Sometimes you are there with them for the long haul. What ever it is, be there, be present, listen, care offer to help if you can and of course remind that you love them.

Until next time,

Juli