The picture is already out there, so I might as well tell you. I got a tattoo this weekend.
My first tattoo.
I didn’t go small, or put it somewhere easy to hide.
I put my heart out there where everyone can see it and nobody gets it.
That’s okay. It’s takes a while to “get” me too. I’m a hard nut to crack but it pays to stick around and get to know me a little.
Let’s start with the quill pen. Seems a little logical to me, since I write things.
I’m still learning how to call myself a “writer” with confidence in my voice.
When I told Jason, the amazing artist who did my tattoo, he didn’t question me about it at all. I know that shouldn’t be shocking or even a thought that crosses my mind but do you know how many times “I am a writer.” gets the reply of “Really? Huh. What do you write?” or “Really? Where?”. It was so nice to have someone just say, “that sounds cool” and not question me as if they were trying to catch me in a lie.
The word, well that’s a bit more complicated, as it has several meanings.
Last September, during a counseling session, my doc stopped me to say this:
“Your the girl who does it anyway. You forgive anyway. You love anyway. You help anyway. You dream anyway. *long pause* No matter what they do to you or say to you…… you move on and love them anyway. *longer pause* I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who really did that.”
I remember being shocked. Not that he thought that of me, but that he didn’t think that of other people. Seems that is how we are supposed to be, as Disciples of Christ, right?
So my word became “anyway”, and as I rolled the idea around in my head that word came to mean even more.
They said you couldn’t or shouldn’t, well dream it anyway, Lisa.
You think no one will read it? Write it anyway, Lisa.
Kids want to play cars and dolls but you really want to get that laundry folded. Play anyway.
Don’t think you can make it to the top of Humpback Rock? Hike it anyway.
Every conversation turns into a competition. Converse with them anyway.
Worried you’ll be pitchy and they will all laugh at you? Sing anyway.
Think your daughter needs more grace and less time outs, but everyone says you’re just letting her slide? Parent her, your way, anyway.
Want to climb a mountain in a red dress with all your girlfriends, but your family thinks your crazy? Climb it anyway.
Life is short, time flies, and you never know what journey that other person is on so treat them with the love and grace you are being freely given by Jesus.
I’m far from perfect. I flip out. I growl under my breath at the idea of having to socialize sometimes. I bribe my children with a different activity to avoid playing. I leave the dishes in the sink overnight, a lot.
I need to be reminded, everyday, to do things ‘anyway’.