For years, I've debated getting a star tattoo. The designs always differed slightly, but the general idea remained the same.
To me, stars represent a balance in life - something that, if you're into that astrological stuff, is very important to we Libras.
The points illustrate the things I need to focus on to keep myself happy: family, friends, work, play and health (physical, emotional and mental). Let any one of these points slip - as I am very guilty of doing - and not only is my life unbalanced, but I quickly fall into a bit of a funk. Being a bit of a type A personality, it's easy for me to get wrapped up in one thing to the detriment of other parts of my life. And my tattoo serves as a daily, and rather pretty, reminder that I need to keep these things on a mostly even footing.
The star is also a reminder, in a slightly cheesy sense, that I really can do anything, whether it's start over from scratch at 24, get in shape or cook a Thanksgiving dinner. The only thing that can limit me is me - and I can no longer let other people's expectations stop me.
The intricate pattern inside the star, which is Celtic inspired, is a nod to my Nova Scotia roots, because, as my mother likes to say, "You can take the girl out of Nova Scotia but you can't take the Nova Scotia out of the girl."
Finally, the sheer act of getting inked was about reminding myself that yes, I am tough. These last six months have tested me on every single front, and I like to think that I passed with mostly flying colours. It is, in some sense, a visible battle scar, a sign that I'm a survivor.
All well worth 45 minutes of discomfort, no?
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