Tattoos, graduation, and getting my ass handed to me.

Yesterday I forgot how old I am. I could not remember, for the life of me, whether I’d just turned 27 or 28.

To figure it out, I had to do math: 2012-1984=28.

So, I’m 28. Have been for about a month and half now.

Today I take the last quiz of my college career. In exactly one week, I’ll turn in my final writing assignment for college. And then I’ll be done. A week from Saturday, I’ll graduate.

I want a new tattoo. Badly. Like, I keep falling down the well of inspiration that is Pinterest and trying to come up with what it is, exactly, that I’d like to get.

I haven’t been tattooed in something like 10 years, but the craving for something new is definitely back with a vengeance.

The thing is, and there’s surely a post on this coming, I’ve only ever had easy to cover tattoos. They’re all on my back or my stomach and if I don’t want you to see them, you won’t. But now I want something that’s not as easy to cover up. I’m thinking I want to be visibly tattooed, but that feels like a really big step for some reason, like I’d be coming out of some tattooed closet, making my entrance into the world as someone different, someone who people look at differently and someone who gets touched by well-meaning strangers who want a better look at what I’ve had inked on.

But, I’m a honey badger, and I don’t think I care.

I’ve started going to Body Combat at my gym and I’m in love with it. It’s a mixed martial arts cardio work out that kicks my ass each and every time.

The first time I took it I was so woozy afterwards that it took me a full ten minutes of wandering around the parking lot to find my car. I was determined, for at least 7 of those minutes, that my car had been stolen.

It’s all punching and kicking and sometimes we let out a few HIYAH!-type sounds and I feel like it’s making me a better person.

That said, I’m wildly uncoordinated. You would think that a four step combo of punches and kicks wouldn’t be the hardest thing in the world, but for me, it is. I was determined though, determined not to let my inability to sync with the music or to get the moves right the first half dozen times deter me from attending the class and last night I had a bit of a breakthrough and realized that while I’m still wildly uncoordinated and half a beat off 50% of time, I’m actually getting better. Here’s hoping that after 10 or so more classes I won’t feel the need to hide in the back corner and scowl at myself.

I continue to have cutest (and sometimes most annoying) pets.