Some non-book news. I got another tattoo.
This one wasn’t planned months or years in advance like my others. It just happened one day. I found a picture, it resonated with me, I went to my local tattoo studio and got it designed and inked within a few days.
And then people do that thing and go, “So what does it mean?”
To be honest, at the moment I chose it, it didn’t mean anything. It was a picture I liked.
But while I was waiting for my tattoo appointment, I started thinking about why that picture had resonated with me so strongly that I wanted it under my skin immediately.
I was going through a breakup with someone who spoke of true love and forever, and meant none of it. I’d allowed myself to fall hard for him, and before I knew it I was falling into nothing.
Of course I beat myself up about letting down my guard, opening up to someone completely, showing my true feelings, making myself so vulnerable.
Of course I told myself I would never let that happen again.
When I found a picture of a heart-shaped rib cage online, I immediately saw it inked on my forearm. It just felt like it was meant to be there. And the phrase that kept coming back to me was ‘Wearing my heart on my sleeve’.
Because that’s what I do. I show my feelings, I love without caution and I believe in the best in people. No matter how much I’d like to be more cynical and calculating, that just wouldn’t be me. I don’t hold back and I don’t play games for someone who wants the chase without the commitment. I give my true self, and that’s not something I should ever change.
I think this picture came to me at just the right time, as a reminder – and now I wear it under my skin so I’ll never forget.
So yeah, that’s what it means. I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve, and that’s okay.