Yep, last Thursday I got inked: a postage stamp with a mockingbird inside it. Much though I may hate to admit it at times, I’m a Texas girl.  Whenever we visit or even just fly through DFW my whole body relaxes a bit and I can just sense that I’m home.  I lived in TX longer than anywhere else (so far) and in so many ways it turned me into the person I am today.

Of course, the postage stamp is just because I a) adore the mail, b) am fascinated by the tiny works of art so many of us take for granted, and c) can now make jokes about a real “forever” stamp.

Lately, I’ve been feeling very calm, very settled.  I suspect it comes through on the pages of this blog too.  One year ago last Friday I graduated from Georgetown, last Thursday I got my first tattoo, and today I have this wonderful sense that I’m okay– deeply okay.  For the first time in my life I really like the person I am, I like the things I do and stand for, and feel confident that, whatever course my life takes, I’m going to do something I love.  It’s a strange but lovely feeling.

Getting a tattoo now felt right: I sense that a part of my life is over but I also sense another phase opening up– it’s not scary, it’s thrilling.  Maybe we all feel this way from time to time, but I wanted to carry this moment on my body.

Note: In my head this was much more poetic.  Clearly, all this peace and bliss has not made me a better writer… for poetry look here.