To mark this period, which has been a strange and sometimes painful journey through transition and growth, I decided to get a tattoo. Most people I know who have tattoos - including myself - have some story or meaning behind them.
I woke up without a thought about getting a tattoo, to be honest. But, somehow, the thought crept into my head to get this one word: Listen.
When I look back on my life, whenever I felt I made a mistake at a major crossroad it was when I didn't listen to my heart or my instinct about something. It made sense to me to remind myself to listen: to my heart, my instinct, my muse, and to also be quiet during this time of transition and healing.
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