Spring 2011, you were a difficult semester. And, unfortunately, you are only transitioning into the mad dash of summer thesis-writing. Honestly, I don’t have any more to give. Where I’m going to muster up the will to finish this program is beyond me. If you love writing, never go to graduate school…I loved writing too, once;) But at least, for now, my final paper and final reflections for Middle Eastern Lit are turned in and I can probably afford a day or two to regain my sanity..or at least, what’s left of it.
I’ve been thinking for the last week or so about a new tattoo. Recall, if you will, Birthday Adventure #1:
2010 was uneventful in terms of body art. I planned to get another tattoo, but time and money never lined up properly. My 2008 tattoo was extremely significant; it had been exactly one year since my dad’s emergency bypass surgery and ensuing two-week hospital stay. It also marked my taking control over my depression and anxiety and seeking treatment. So, exactly one year from what was undeniably the darkest moment in my entire life, I did something I’d always wanted to do. On my birthday in 2009, I did it again, forever commemorating my connection with my lineage, paying homage to my folks and indelibly marking myself with pride at who I am.
2010 and–thus far–2011 have proven to be years of challenge and struggle, and I think that, once I’m on the other side of the struggle, it will be time to commemorate in ink my survival again. I’m thinking either the middle of my back or the inside of my wrist…what do you think?