So I didn’t mean for this to be a lot of hype.
Or for it to be some big secret that I got a tattoo.
I still don’t really show people that I got one.
For me it wasn’t about getting it to show it off.
I just wanted it for me. As a daily reminder of who I want to become.
About 6 years ago my grandma passed away of lung cancer.
I can truly say she was and will always be one of the most amazing & inspirational people I have ever met.
She never had a bad thing to say about anyone.
And if she heard you saying something that wasn’t very nice,
She was the first person to stop you in your tracks and make you think about how hurtful you were being to someone else.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of her.
I can’t tell you how devastating it was that she didn’t get to meet my husband or see me get married.
If you still have your grandma (or grandpa for that matter) cherish them with all your heart!
This tattoo was in honor of her.
I was telling a friend last week how I am trying to be kind to those who aren’t kind to me,
And a girl was eavesdropping & loudly scoffed at my statement.
To each their own.
But the way I see it is anyone can be nice to those who are nice to them.
That’s not really hard now is it?
But to be genuinely kind to people who aren’t nice to you is definitely not an easy task.
But if it was easy everyone would do it.
That was who my grandma was though.
It didn’t matter what you did to her. She just loved with all her heart.
And that is who I want to be. Maybe it’s naive but I don’t really care.
So the back-story a bit on the tattoo…
My grandma was British. Born in Braintree Essex, England & adored the Queen Mum.
And she adored the color purple. Hence my lil English crown, in lavender.
I told you. Too much hype over something that truly is just for me.