I forgot to add that that appointment I had scheduled to get my survivor tattoo had to get rescheduled. The artist who was going to do it offered me a spot in September. But I decided to put it off until maybe winter. Basically, I’m getting cold feet with the design I had in mind and how much it’ll hurt and with the healing process afterwards. I already have a couple tats, but they’re not on the scale this new one would be. I’m thinking of canceling the idea of a large broken wing altogether and going for something smaller. Boyfriendish likes to tease me that I’m chickening out. That’s probably fair. I suppose when it comes down to it, it’s hard to remain enthusiastic and dedicated to such a lifelong commitment that tattoos tend to be. At least I have more time to think on it.