I’d learn to sing like Cher. (Just kidding, I totally know how to sing like Cher.) Actually, the title references a guest post I did over at Chosen Chaos more than a year ago. I had the honor of being the second blogger to participate in Jamie’s weekly series that answers the question, “If you had the opportunity to sit down with your 18-year-old self what would you say to her?”
This week we are all recapping those posts and linking up – I’m ashamed to admit I missed a few along the way. Here’s mine, follow the link and read what other bloggers had to say to their Aqua Net wearing, New Kids On The Block loving old selves.
If I Could Turn Back Time
I’m not big on regrets. When I look back at my life there really isn’t much I would change. Obviously, I have made big mistakes. I’ve used poor judgement. I’ve hurt people I love. Despite that, I worry that any little change would upset the course of my life.
Kind of like Back To The Future, but without Biff and the DeLorean.
I like the place I’m at now. I love my children and my husband. If I changed something I might not have them. I don’t know who I would be without them and I wouldn’t want to find out.
However, there is one thing that I would tell my 18-year-old self to avoid. I’m pretty sure changing this minor thing would not disturb the cosmic forces enough to make a difference.
So, 18-year-old self, skip that second tattoo.
The first one you got was fine. You and the tattoo guy drew it yourselves. Nice. It’s a daisy, which is still your favorite flower 19 years later. You got it at a time when you were sad and wanting to remember your high school boyfriend who had recently passed away. It’s lovely. A little big, but lovely.
But the second one, what were you thinking?
Were you drunk on Boone’s Farm and Keystone Light? No one in their right mind would get that tattoo.
For starters, you got in on your upper thigh. Hearing your mom yell, “I CAN”TBELIEVE YOU DROPPED YOUR PANTS FOR SOME TATTOO GUY!” will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Worse than location though, is the inspiration. We all enjoyed Beauty and the Beast, but to get a tattoo? That’s just craziness. Did it occur to you that when you are old, have FOUR children, and thighs that touch you might not want Lumiere and Fifi dancing on them? No self-respecting 36-year-old mom draws attention to her thighs. Especially not via a Disney tattoo.
Skip the second tattoo. Seriously.