Tattoos on my mind

So I am considering getting a tattoo (again). It has something that I have thought about wanting on and off for years now, but I never really found a design that struck a chord with me. I liked the idea of birds or something related to nature, and I often thought about different quotes. Specifically:

"Success isn't Final. Failure isn't Fatal. It's the Courage to Continue that Counts" -Winston Churchill

 That quote has become a sort of a mantra to me, and has helped me get through some more difficult obstacles I found myself facing. In retrospect, many of these challenges I was able to overcome or the failure to succeed was never as detrimental as I had envisioned, and what really mattered was that I got past it. The Courage to Continue that Counts.

But regardless, I never felt that a quote was quite right. Even a quote that perfectly fits into my life and I will always carry it with me, it isn't something that I feel I need to have etched into my skin for eternity.
I needed something more like a symbol.

And then I found what seems to be the perfect design.
An image of a fluffy dandelion being blown and slowly the seeds transform into birds.

I've always felt very connected to nature, so if I were to get a tattoo, I'd want something to represent that, but most importantly I want something that will continue to hold significance for my entire life. A symbol afterall can be eternal.

When I was little and everyone was enrolled in mini-soccer because I was older than everyone else in my grade I was put with the older kids and I felt very isolated. Which as unusual given the fact that I was one of the most sociable kids you would ever meet. (I was the kid who would never shut up and teachers would have to make me go sit aside from everyone else to keep my quiet) But never the less, I felt alone at mini-soccer, so I spent a lot of the games in my own little world and would often pick dandelions instead, completely oblivious to the world and the soccer game around me.

I'm also a person who is a bit obsessed with wishes, and I believe very strongly in wishes. You can see me scrunching up my face, deeply concentrating almost every time the clock says 11:11, I always throw pennies in willing wells, I think long and hard about birthday wishes, train wishes, and pretty much every other type of wish. Including when you blow the seeds off of a fluffy dandelion.

Now, I'm not the type of person who thinks that just simply making a wish will make it happen. But I see wishes as a weird combination of a dream, a goal and a prayer. I feel that by wishing for something it makes it more powerful, and helps you to realize what you really want more than anything at the given moment. By realizing this, you can then work towards actually achieving it.
So to speak, your wishes take wings and can soar because of your actions. Which brings in the idea of the birds.

I could go on and on about the further connection I feel with this idea, but I'll spare you.

I've decided that in two years time, once I have graduated from my Arts degree, if I still feel as passionate about my tattoo idea, then I'll start to go through the motions to actually get it. I want to make sure it is something that I will like for the rest of my life.
While I am a little afraid of the pain associated with a tattoo (it's no secret that I'm terrified of needles), that isn't what would stop me from getting a tattoo, but rather the regret of getting a tattoo that I grow to hate.

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Accident Prone

So I'm extremely accident prone, and my klutzy moments seem to increase when I am working.
I often walk into door handles and give myself bruises and because I work in a bookstore papercuts are an occupational hazard.

However, today I managed to slice myself with an exacto knife.
This isn't the first time I had cut myself with an exacto knife while at work (and probably won't be the last), and this was a fairly minor cut compared to some damage I had done in the past.
But this was the first time I had cut myself in front of one of my co-workers.

Ana promptly started to freak out and told me a needed a band-aid immediately, even though the cut was tiny and barely looked like a papercut.
Regardless she got me a band-aid and instructed me that I was not allowed to put the band-aid on because it always feels better when someone does it for you.
It made me giggle at how concerned she was for me.