I recently read about a local writer, Marc Acito, who did something new everyday for 365 days. It’s exhausting to think about how one would go about thinking up something new to do everyday, but I like the idea of continually trying new activities, of keeping my mind open to new ideas. After his 365 days were over, Marc said he’d go on trying new things, but not on a daily basis – perhaps weekly. For me, I think even weekly might be too stressful, so I’m thinking that I’ll just try to keep this idea in the forefront of my mind; I’ll try to remember to try something new on a regular basis, but without a firm commitment to the timing.
Along this line, I did something new yesterday, though not as a result of this challenge. Yesterday, after years of thinking about it, I became a tattooed lady. A friend’s 20 year-old daughter and I went together, along with a cheering section, and we both got tattoos. I won’t tell you where hers is, that’s her business, but mine is on my lower back and the image is two small, intertwined hearts – the same image that we used on all of our correspondence for our 30th anniversary celebration a year-and-a-half ago.
I’ve wanted a tattoo for many years, but for a long time I couldn’t figure out what image I’d use. Should it be a rose (for Portland), Mickey Mouse ears, something to do with the University of Oregon? I just couldn’t decide. However, once we started using the intertwined hearts I knew that was what I wanted. Then there was the matter of the pain. I’d heard from several people that getting a tattoo is a painful experience. I’m not very interested in exposing myself to pain, so that hindrance was an obvious reason to delay. This past summer when my friend’s daughter started talking about getting a tattoo, I knew that going with her would be the best way to get this done. So, we decided to schedule the appointment for her winter break and Friday was the day. It was a bit painful, but my image is so small that the actual time to apply the tattoo was only about five or six minutes. I handled it fine, I accomplished something I’ve wanted to do and now I’m thinking about what “something new” I’ll do next.