Mom bought a silver bracelet for me years ago and unfortunately I do so much with keyboards and art projects that I rarely have a chance to wear it. Also, I think I may not have been following its words as much as I should, in a sense, feeling hypocritical having it around my wrist.
To thine own self be true. – Hamlet, I iii 78
Only in the past week or so has it occurred to me that the perfect way to keep this message on my person, as mom intended, would be to have it tattooed. That’s what I’m going to do. I’m designing it now.
Years after receiving the gift, I at last feel like the words are a better fit; mom clearly was never in doubt that I would find truth in them. I’m learning more about how to be me without making excuses. I’m exploring former dreams as reality.
Thank you, mom, I think I’m finally getting there.