A year ago today I got my first tattoo. It’s strange to think that a year ago I was starting my last semester as a high school senior, had no direction in my life, and had no idea where I was going. I was fighting with my parents, I didn’t know where I was going for college, I was working nights at a barn.  It feels like forever ago.  I feel like I’m much older. I’m starting my second semester of college. I know my major, I know a basic career path, I know what I’m doing (sometimes). I’ve started to get along with my mother. I have fulfilled my only childhood dream. I have Lark. I feel like a totally different person than I was a year ago. In all, I feel happier.  And, I still haven’t forgotten why I have this… I refuse to give up and I refuse to stop swimming. (please, someone get the reference, I’m begging you). I love it just as much as I did a year ago. I still feel my fingers wander across it when I need a little reminder of why I’m still here. 

A year ago today I got my first tattoo.

It’s strange to think that a year ago I was starting my last semester as a high school senior, had no direction in my life, and had no idea where I was going. I was fighting with my parents, I didn’t know where I was going for college, I was working nights at a barn. 

It feels like forever ago. 

I feel like I’m much older. I’m starting my second semester of college. I know my major, I know a basic career path, I know what I’m doing (sometimes). I’ve started to get along with my mother. I have fulfilled my only childhood dream. I have Lark. I feel like a totally different person than I was a year ago. In all, I feel happier. 

And, I still haven’t forgotten why I have this… I refuse to give up and I refuse to stop swimming. (please, someone get the reference, I’m begging you). I love it just as much as I did a year ago. I still feel my fingers wander across it when I need a little reminder of why I’m still here.