13 Hours to Go

The final drawing of my tattoo is done, everything has been finalized, and in about 13 hours I will have a design on my body that will stay on me for the rest of my life until I die.  And I'm sort of freaking out about it. 

I think it's a good freaking out.  An excited freaking out.  But it's still sort of scary.  I'm making a decision about something that will stay for life, and I'm not sure I've ever done that before.  I can't go back on it after, and I can't change it.  It will always be there and it won't ever leave.  It's sort of like marriage. 

But yeah, I'm nervous, but an excited nervous.  I'm no wimp to pain, I'm not that nervous about that part.  I think that it's just starting to hit me now that I will have this on me forever, but I am okay with that.  It's just a little bit frightening.