Anyone who says that getting a tattoo doesn't hurt is either lying or has superhuman pain tolerance! Seriously. I got my first (maybe my last) ink yesterday. It was a Mother's Day gift from my much loved and inked 21 year old son. He knows that with each day I am dancing more and more to my own rhythm and I am encouraging him to do the same.
Dancing to your own rhythm can be a difficult choice, and it is a choice. For me it means I will almost undoubtedly disappoint people that I love and care about. In a strange way it feels good to say that is okay. I've come to the full realization that the people who truly love me, whether family or friends, known all my life or newly acquainted, accept me because I am me - fully human, flaws and all, loving life and dancing to my own rhythm.
There is a story behind my tattoo and I'll share it with anyone who wants to hear it. Maybe I'll even post about it one day. But for today, with my skin still feeing tender where the needles imprinted my permanent symbol of liberation, I am celebrating my dance, my rhythm, my life. And I am celebrating your courage to dance without apology to your own rhythm, even when it hurts like hell!
I had hoped to post once a week, and did for a short time. Unfortunately, my doctorate research and other obligations have taken priority over the blog. BUT, I will return soon! Some postings may be articles I've written for publication, messages I've delivered in congregational settings, or excerpts from papers written in my doctoral classes.