But then again, mental health isn't rational. I know that better than many - & so I always try to be kind to myself, to let myself feel my feelings, to let the moment pass into whatever comes next. To, as my dad used to say, "Press on regardless."
Last Thursday, amidst a tangle of difficult feelings & emotions in the wake of the Orlando shootings & some personal difficulties, I took a walk around the block to clear my head. I was just trying to give myself space, to care of myself, & yet I found myself walking into Kollective Studio, the little tattoo shop in my neighborhood. Originally, I just went in to ask for a quote, to see how much it would cost me to get this tattoo I've been thinking about for awhile. And then I asked how long it would take. And then I got to thinking...
And then, I got a tiny ellipses inked on my collarbone.
It's not the big tattoo I said in May that I might get, but it's still one - a much smaller, less obtrusive-but-still-noticeable-one - that I've been considering for awhile now.
So why the ellipses?
Because I am a writer, & because there is more to every story. Because there's always more to say, always more to write. Because, good or bad, we can never know what comes next. This tattoo is a reminder to let my story play out & to believe in the chapters to come.
Write on, my friends.
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