I have mentioned P!NK a few times on my blog… okay, a lot of times on my blog. I love her, I really do. I have cried to her songs, I have laughed to her songs, and mostly I have exercised to her songs. She’s special. I know she’s been through a lot and she writes a lot of great lyrics and she inspires a lot of people. I’m one of them.
My birthday was last week. I returned from North Carolina in time for Mother’s Day, and then my birthday, and then my birthday present from Blue Eyes, tickets to see P!NK in concert here in Portland on Tuesday, May 15. OMG!!! I have not been to a concert in years. I was so excited, and… wait for it…. I was not the oldest lady in the arena!!! The concert was amazing. I never stopped singing and dancing, not once during that show. I logged about 15,000 steps during the concert, ha! It was a night I won’t soon forget. Before attending the concert I downloaded her latest album, Beautiful Trauma, and listened to it over and over while logging thousands of steps in 80 degree sunshine. My happiest of happy places include sunshine and P!NK. I love every single song on the Beautiful Trauma album, but most of all, I love the title.
My birthday present to myself this year is what I have dubbed my beautiful trauma tattoo. I took something that represented one of the worst, most destructive days of my life, and I commemorated my survival. Nearly four years from the day I sliced my arm open with a broken shard of pottery, I got my first tattoo. I had the tattoo placed over the scar.
Now when I obsessively look down, or want to feel the raised skin, I see the most beautiful sprig of cherry blossoms.
I got the tattoo in Durham, North Carolina. A friend spent three long, grueling hours with me while an artist drew the tattoo, outlined the tattoo in black, and filled it in. Usually the first or second question I am asked by anyone who doesn’t have a tattoo… did it hurt? Yeah, it hurt, but I have a high threshold for pain, and I think I’m kinda attached to the idea of getting another one. I kept the tattoo a surprise from Blue Eyes until I returned home the following week. I wanted to keep it all for me, at least for a little bit. I have absolutely zero regrets about my rather largish, for me, tattoo. I absolutely love it, and I love what it reminds me of: survival, stamina, strength, perseverance, and beauty. It also represents our deep connection to Japan and in Japan the cherry blossom represents the fragility and the beauty of LIFE, and the sakura (cherry blossom) is also revered as a symbol of rebirth.
I am so thankful for the life I have now, and I love being reminded of that. ❤