My First Tattoo

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.



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