On Friday, March 26 at approximately 2:15 pm, I joined the ranks of the inked. It took roughly an hour to get my ink done. I had it done at a small shop here in Mason City. Going into it, I had been given different opinions on how it feels to get a tattoo. Some said that it hurt a lot, while others said it didn't hurt at all. I must admit that when it began it was not the most pleasant of feelings, but it did not hurt bad. I noticed that the longer it went the better it felt. I don't mean that it stopped hurting, but that the pain felt good. It was a cathartic pain. It felt like I was being purged by pain.
My tattoo is a celtic trinity symbol. It has been used for centuries to symbolize the oneness and threeness of the Godhead. This particular symbol has a smaller symbol on the inside. This is a symbol of the unity of a person, our body, soul, and spirit. This tattoo represents the reality that a person can only be united and whole when all of them is caught up inside the Godhead. I can only be who God has called me to be when I am in right relationship with him.
Hours after my tattoo was finished, I understood the addictive nature of tattoos. I already have plans on what I want to get next on my left forearm. I figure I have to balance my arms out. I can't have one on the right forearm and not on the left. So once I have the cash and the design, here comes tattoo #2!
P. S. having a tat makes me feel even more B A...
