Over the course of the past three days, I have felt as though I have been called to a challenge on precisely two occasions. Competitive me wants to rise to the summons of the contests, but introvert me insists on standing on the sidelines. And those pesky little angel and devil cartoon characters have been weighing on my shoulders.
Last Saturday, I went for my second sitting for my pretty new piece of custom artwork that devours half of my left arm. I could not be any happier with the progress, and I am damn proud that I have not taken any of it like a man-baby. I am woman hear me roar.
By Monday afternoon, I had been called a wussy. Umm….”Did you just call me a pussy?” That is exactly how my brain recorded it.
Okay, I get it. I have not suffered the pain of the tattoo machine on my inner arm. And yes, now I feel the need to top it. That little devil is screaming rib cage at me like it is his job. While simultaneously the angel is insisting that I remain content.
Later Monday evening, I headed off to my new found love of kick boxing. And I was once again presented with provocation. This time it was via Foursquare. My check in read something along the lines of ‘bring it’. Next thing I know, I was being called out about the upcoming Warrior Dash. I am well aware that there are harder body destroying races out there, but baby steps people.
devil angel man you should just calm down! Because I think I really want to do both of these things, and I would love the angel and devil to play nice. Although it took someone basically staking a duel for me to consider leaping out of my comfort zone, I want these notches on the bedpost for me.
*Photo by phidauex