The Secret About my Tattoo

It’s no joke! I got my first tattoo on April Fool’s Day.

While it sounds a little odd, it wasn’t a decision I made lightly.

It was to mark a significant moment in my life. This would be my reminder. Something I would see each and every time I picked up my camera.

A reminder I was free. 

A reminder of the day I set out to reach my full potential again, without anyone telling me I couldn’t.

It was the day I pushed past my fears and decided to start living again. I would march forward a proud divorced mother.

A tattoo to mark a change in me.

I spent weeks thinking about the best way to represent this feeling, when my best friend suggested I use one of my photographs.

This was perfect! I knew immediately the photograph I wanted. I would use the one I took of the geese flying south that Winter. Geese flying home.

NO! I’m not flying South and leaving my Kansas City community!

This is just a metaphor! But in the days following my divorce, there was a rumor making rounds that I was moving home.

That was when I stepped back from Social Media and decided to re-evaluate where it fit into my life. I needed to determine the next course of action before moving forward.

And here I am THREE years later.

I’ve re-written the narrative running through my head.

I’m not ashamed of being happily divorced. I’m not worried about what people think when I tell them I’m a ‘single mom.’

Instead I accept my challenge. And I am charging forward, FREE into tomorrow.