Skin

The older I get, the more I feel like misbehaving.

I grew up in a household of rule followers, and dutifully followed them all. I never went through much of a teenage rebellion. I didn’t even like alcohol. I avoided doing anything ‘bad’ and went along with every prescribed course – which is how I have ended up approaching forty with a sense of wanting to bust out of the neat little box I managed to get myself into.

Just before I got sick, I was starting to find ways to do that. I was stepping outside my comfort zone (hello gin and tonic!) in lots of exciting ways (it wasn’t just alcohol, I promise!) and discovering me. And then – I got sick.

I fully intended to continue taking risks. I was going to be bold and adventurous. What I have discovered however, is that it is bloody hard to find ways to take risks when your body holds you back.

I was exceptionally delighted then when Honey offered to bring some of that bold adventurous spirit to me. We had a delightful day this week exploring the wonder of painting on skin (along with a good natter of course!)

(thank you to @ht_honey for painting and photographing me!)

There is something truly powerful about having words inscribed on your body. These are the kinds of labels that I am absolutely ok with. Writing words on someone else was equally wonderful. Not to mention incredibly fun (I can recommend the therapeutic nature of a belly laugh).

I think there will be lots of other ways I can find the bold and the adventurous, and I am grateful to friends for helping me.

Right now I am delighting in the promise of beautiful things to come.

Sinful Sunday



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