Brave

I am not much for tattoos. A deep seated fear of needles, coupled a somewhat indecisive personality are the worst combination when it comes to decide what I want to have engraved on my body. In other words, I am too fickle to get a tattoo.

A good friend of mine recently got one. I was surprised to hear her news, but after hearing her reasons, I was actually inspired to get one. She decided to write something she needed to be reminded of everyday. And she chose the word "brave". It surprised me, because I have always thought of her as one of the bravest, most determined, and dedicated person I know. It made me wonder how I see myself, as opposed to the version of myself people see.

Perception of my reality sometimes takes over any rational thoughts, and leads me to make decisions based on nothing more than poor assumptions. Of course, it takes me a while to figure out where I went wrong, and by the time I do, whatever decision I have made seems pointless. Sadly, his is the crux of over thinkers like me (are you one? I bet you are!). I tend to spend way too  much time in my own head, which should come to no surprise to those who know me. I am also known to be pretty stubborn, so once I reach a decision, I go full blast and rarely look back.

Maybe my tattoo should say: "Stop thinking so dang much". It may easier to remember once I have it carved on my body, but knowing me, it will only make it more obvious that my thought process is too buried into my subconscious to make a dent into my way of thinking. Besides, I am definitely not brave enough to sustain so much pain! In the meantime, these words will be on a post it, on my bathroom mirror.

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