Last year I was very clear — tattoos were a definite no, always had been, no question about it. But funny how things change, because lately I’ve found myself thinking… maybe.
Not anything big or dramatic, just tiny ones with meaning, something connected to my kids like a small heart or a few little stars.
I even catch myself liking the idea of hand tattoos, which would have been an absolute no before, but now it feels kind of nice to have something small and personal that I can see every day.
I like that I’ve softened my stance on something I was once so sure about. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t — I’ll see what I say next year.
