When I started this blog, I had to make some decisions about how much of my life to share openly with the public. This has been an interesting balance for me because I used to write anonymously which, of course, left me free to voice my opinion about anything and not risk any judgement. Having been on the receiving end of many-a-judgement, I worked my way through to develop much thicker skin. I’ve since made my own commitment to not judge anyone about anything- because you have NO IDEA how they came to where they are.
Last week was my birthday. I wanted to do something that mattered to me. For years I’ve been wanting to get a tattoo that commemorated coming through a particularly difficult time in my life many years ago. So, last week I did it. Getting a tattoo has been on on my Bucket List for a long time.
And now I’m left with the debate of just how much to share. Writing is very therapeutic for me, and if you’ve read my blog, you know I’ve shared some personal things. But I’m also private, especially with things that are very close to my heart, as this is.
The tattoo I designed says “Veritas” which means TRUTH in Latin. I got it on my wrist, where I can see it often. There is a corner of my heart where I don’t go often, where the story behind my tattoo resides. It’s a place where before and after demarcate my life. It’s a place where a quest for truth broke my heart and changed my life.
The rest of the story stays there for now. For now, what I’d like to share is that the word truth- veritas- means something to me. Enough that I wanted to carry it with me always. To remember. To keep the good. To let go of the past. To be true to myself.