A long time ago — when I was newly single, I got a tattoo.
I chose a word. A word that epitimized the way I wanted to live my life from that point forward.
It was so important to me — I had it permanently put on my skin. Forever. So I would remember. “THIS — THIS is what you need, Real Ann, to live. To survive. To thrive.” I heard The Universe speak it so clearly to me — She damn near shouted it into my brain.
