So it’s Sunday morning and outside things are greening up and the sun is shining. It’s cold though and I’m still eagerly awaiting the day when I can step out into spring without several layers, including a Marmot fleece jacket. Not there yet. The little town of East Lansing is going to be going crazier over those Spartans and after their win last night. I turned the game on as the last few minutes ticked off – hey well I was busy and I am just not into sports. So there. Maybe I’ll watch Monday – maybe I’ll go to the chick bar and watch.
I’m sore. I am sore from a lot of work to my mid-section at the gym yesterday. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. I’ve been thinking about my current ink and thinking I need to add some more to my life and yep to my stomach/pelvis region.
This is what I have right now…
It’s a koi fish – which symbolizes longevity. The Buddhists believe Koi fish swim through water much like we move through the suffering in our lives. Of course Buddhists would not get a tattoo, they might not eat bacon cheeseburgers either in a moment of extreme spiritual weakness. The symbol is for compassion, at least I hope it is. For all I know it might say “moo shu vegetable” because I did my research on the internet and we all know what a great source for information that is. Eric Jenks did my tattoo he owns Fish Ladder Tattoo. Very talented and a really great guy, take a look at his portfolio his business partner is terrific too.
So I am thinking my mid-section needs a Japanese style tattoo and I have been working my abs and drinking a fair number of spinach smoothies in preparation for more pain and the summer season.
And when I begin to occupy a little too much of the space in my head – otherwise known as the over analyzing anxiety chamber – I make attempts to get out of my head. Focusing on my body, the gym, exercising, obsessing about something else, thinking about sex, my diet, doing a wee bit of shopping. It does help to shift focus a bit.
So that IS my 46 year old belly, the new paint in the hallway (ripe wheat). I have painted the ceiling in my tiny little hall gold – the hall gives off a really neat glow now. When the walls get nice and dry I am going to add some random gold stripes and put the art back up.
So how painful is a tattoo on ones middle?! Oh I have no intention of going anywhere near ribs. This time I am thinking flowers, waves and maybe the symbol for love. Because I have almost forgotten how damn painful over three straight hours of tattooing was before and well one tattoo just seems lonely.
So say something …don’t just sit there. Objectify me please!